The Temple

The capital of Ye.

Ye was a small kingdom, but its capital had been built with considerable grandeur.

At the moment, the streets were desolate. Passersby were gaunt and haggard, and panic hung in the air, lending the place an apocalyptic feel.

According to the giant tiger, the ruler of Ye had been bewitched by a centipede spirit at the Heavenly Immortal level. All he knew was cultivation and seeking immortality, and he had even gone so far as to scour the land for young boys and girls to refine the Seven-Aperture Exquisite Pill...

Fang Yuan was still dressed as a scholar as he walked along the street.

The Marketplace, once lively and bustling, now had few people about. From time to time, soldiers on horseback galloped past, giving the place the feel of a land thrown into chaos by war.

The ruler of Ye is unjust, and on top of that, the kingdom has suffered natural and man-made disasters. It's no wonder the whole land is in ruins. As for that centipede spirit, it really did luck out...

A combatant at the Heavenly Immortal level was already among the top ranks of the seventy-two sects. It was no common creature.

The nearby Deities and immortals could not take it down, which was why the centipede spirit could roam free.

It also knew how to pick its targets. It had confined its mischief to the tiny kingdom of Ye, tucked away in a remote corner where the Heavenly Court would hardly notice. Or perhaps it had noticed, but had little energy to spare for the matter.

After all, the Demon God's escape and the chaos sweeping the land were the Heavenly Court's most pressing concerns.

Compared with that, a mere centipede really was nothing.

"Baoshen Temple?!"

Fang Yuan walked along