Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect? How **dare** you!

Three Mountains Town.

This is a town nestled between three towering mountains, each stretching for hundreds of miles and thousands of feet high.

This town is famous for several local specialties, all of which are valuable.

However, if the people in the town want to leave, they need to go through layers of mountains, which is dangerous and long. Only with the protection of the Witch Spirit can they be safe.

At this moment, inside the temple.

The town mayor and a group of clan elders were cautiously watching a fat High Priest dressed in gold and silver, and dressed Witch Priest.

"High Priest, winter is fast approaching. If we don't go out and exchange for supplies soon, many members of our tribe won't survive the winter. What do you think...?"

"What's the rush? We'll just wait for Witch Spirit to issue his decree."

"But the statue of Lord Witch Spirit hasn't been lit for a long time..."

The town mayor was deeply worried, his eyebrows furrowed in anxiety.

The arable land in Three Mountains Town is limited, and the sunshine is poor, so the amount of grain produced is simply not enough.

They could only barely survive by carrying valuable mountain products out of the mountains to exchange for food.

It has already snowed once.

If we wait any longer, the heavy snow will completely block the mountains, and the town will be completely isolated from the world. Who knows how many people in our tribe will starve or freeze to death.

"Without the protection of the Witch Spirit, you can try to get out of the mountain yourselves."

The High Priest ate his beef slowly and deliberately, his mouth dripping with oil.

"That won't do."

The old town mayor's expression changed.

From as far back as he could remember, people from Three Mountains Town were not allowed to go into the mountains alone.

The area between these three mountains is extremely strange, almost like it's devouring people.

Anyone who enters without permission will eventually get lost, unless they consult the Witch Spirit and receive the protection of the Mountain God, in which case they will be safe.

Many young people in the tribe yearn for the outside world, and some even want to secretly run away.

Without exception, they all eventually disappeared without a trace.

He knew what happened to those people in the end.

The old town mayor was once a young man who yearned for the wider world. He even gathered a few like-minded young men to go out together and try to find another way to make a living for the townspeople.

Despite making thorough preparations, they still got lost in the mountains.

One by one, my companions disappeared.

He was the only one who was led out, because his family had given a generous gift to the high High Priest.

Five years later.

He went into the mountains again with the able-bodied men and saw several familiar skeletons.

That was the young man who had tried to escape with him.

From that time on, he held the authority of the Mountain God in the deepest reverence.

You must not leave the mountain without Lord Witch Spirit's permission!

This is the rule that everyone in Three Mountains Town strictly abides by.

But now, a problem has arisen.

Lord Witch Spirit has disappeared.

Without the Witch Spirit, how will they face the man-eating mountains?

"You need not worry, the gods have already issued their decree."

Seeing that the town mayor and the clan elders were all being cautious, the fat High Priest felt that the time was almost right.

The fat High Priest was actually a Demon Summoning Cult.

He was genuinely afraid that these fearless people would run away from the town.

After all, there are no more Calamity Beast now, and the thick fog in the mountains has dissipated.

What if the townspeople discover that they can get out of the mountains without the help of any so-called 'gods'?

Fortunately, over the years, no one has dared to challenge the divine power anymore...

"Witch Spirit will be back soon. In the meantime, you must keep your people in check and make sure they do nothing to offend the gods."

Feilian, who once absorbed the faith of Three Mountains Town, is actually dead.

The hall master sent him a message that a new 'Mountain God' would be sent over soon.

"Oh, right, prepare another batch of offerings."

I heard that we need to prepare offerings again.

The town mayor and the clan elders looked distressed.

That afternoon.

The temple at the entrance of Three Mountains Town had an altar set up and various offerings placed there, which the town mayor had collected from each household.

Around the altar stood banners, each bearing a totem with a deer's head and a bird's body.

"Today, Lord Witch Spirit will be summoned by me and will perform a divine miracle!"

The fat High Priest glanced at the offerings and was very satisfied.

He received news that a new Mountain God was about to arrive.

And the townspeople, carrying heavy baskets on their backs, looked on with hope.

They were just waiting for the gods to bless them so they could safely bypass the mountains and go out to bring hope for their people to survive the winter.

The fat High Priest's entire body trembled as he began to perform a strange ritual dance.

This totem can connect with nearby beings who possess Ancestral Spirit bloodlines.

But halfway through the jump, the villagers suddenly cheered excitedly.

"The clouds and mist are coming down!"

"Could it be that the Mountain God is going to appear in person?"

"?"

A question mark appeared above the fat High Priest's head.

He performed the ritual dance purely to create an atmosphere, to make it more ceremonial, and to make the townspeople believe in him more.

He hasn't even started using the real invocation technique yet.

The atmosphere hadn't been fully built up yet, so there was naturally no connection established with the Witch Spirit.

What the hell is coming down now?

The fat High Priest stared intently.

A young man with deer antlers on his head, wearing Golden Sun Robe, and possessing extraordinary appearance, was carried by white clouds and landed in the center of the altar.

He knelt with his palms on the ground (for details of his posture, refer to the Terminator's entrance), and slowly rose without expression, truly appearing as a cold and aloof deity descending from the clouds.

Beside him stood a hooded young man in gold and a woman whose skin shimmered and crackled with electricity.

These two, equally imposing and enigmatic, flanked the young man in the center.

The fat High Priest suddenly appeared extremely sleazy in front of these three.

"Who are you...?"

The fat High Priest squinted, preparing to question him.

"How dare you speak to gods and immortals like that!"

Look, their words carry the weight of thunder and lightning, so profound and unfathomable.

"I..."

"What do you mean, 'I'? Since I've seen the form of an immortal or deity, why don't I worship?"

The hooded young man in the gold coat shouted.

"?"

A hint of confusion flashed in the fat High Priest's narrowed, beady eyes.

Why do these lines sound so familiar?

Aren't these all his lyrics?

But the Witch Spirit sent from the main altar were clearly not like that.

Moreover, he had just tried to communicate with the gods, but received no response.

This isn't Witch Spirit sent from the main altar at all!

The fat High Priest roared:

"You dare impersonate deities! How dare you! You..."

"You blasphemer!"

In the middle, the antler-clad youth spoke, his expression neither sad nor happy.

His voice was deep and very magnetic.

His eyes seemed to hold an eternally burning starlight, making it impossible to look directly at him.

"I have been asleep for ten thousand years and have long since stopped caring about the affairs of the mortal world. However, some people have used the name of immortals and gods to engage in fraudulent activities. Have they not heard that the net of heaven is vast and its meshes are wide, yet nothing escapes it!"

"Now that the Heavenly Venerable of the Myriad Phenomena Immortal Sect is standing before you, you still show no sign of repentance!"

"You are ignorant of destiny, have shallow blessings, do not cultivate Law Power or virtuous conduct, and are born of fur and moisture, a creature born from eggs!"

"You have some nerve!"

Li Mo's face was aloof and serious, exuding an Ice Block aura even without anger.