Qi Mo had only just reached the foot of Buddha Light Mountain.
He raised his head and stared blankly at the Deity above, divine radiance surging around it as golden flames enveloped the Firmament.
The Deity's features were indistinct, but its eyes were clear: solemn and detached, yet seemingly touched by pity.
Its divine body towered like a mountain, standing above the heavens as it looked down upon the Mortal Realm.
"A Deity?"
"A Deity from the legends of Myth?"
"What did it say?"
"That we'd be eaten by Evil Specters and Demonic Creatures, while we thought we were going to the Buddha Land to enjoy our blessings?"
"What... what does that mean?"
"Could it be—"
"We were chosen to go to the Buddha Land and enjoy our blessings, but in truth, we were chosen to become blood food for Evil Specters and Demonic Creatures?"
"Impossible..."
"How could this happen..."
"But this is a national temple enfeoffed by the Imperial Dynasty. It absolutely can't be..."
Qi Mo's face was pale as he shook his head in disbelief.
Ever since he was born,
many elders had told him that the most important thing in his life was to go to the Buddha Land and enjoy his blessings.
This was what he had to strive toward for his entire life.
So, naturally, he had worked hard for that goal.
He had even trained diligently in martial arts. Now he was a fourth-stage Grandmaster of the Yin-Yang Realm, all so he'd have a better chance of being chosen.
Martial Artists—
had a greater chance of being chosen.
But now—
the Deity was saying that the goal they'd worked so hard for was to become blood food for Evil Specters and Demonic Creatures?!
He didn't want to believe it.
He didn't dare believe it.