The Divine Temple

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Heaven Mending Pavilion.

On an Immortal Mountain suspended in the sky, Auspicious Mist swirled.

Both Yue Chan's primary and secondary bodies were sprawled on the ground. Their delicate, snow-white faces were drained of all color, and their auras had weakened to the utmost.

Just moments ago, a terrifying force had nearly drained them dry. Thinking back on it now, their minds still trembled; they had been only a hair's breadth from being killed by that force.

Fortunately, neither of them was an ordinary person. They took out a crystalline leaf that radiated divine light and put it into their mouths. Its radiance enveloped their bodies, and soon their essence, energy, and spirit recovered at a visible rate.

Universe Domain.

Heaven Severing Sect.

Secret Realm.

"So this was a trap to catch fish. Damn it, they actually dared to scheme against your great-aunt!"

The Witch pointed at the Jade Bone, now devoid of any radiance, and cursed without the slightest restraint. She had always been the one scheming against others. She had never expected to be outmaneuvered today, suffering such heavy losses.

Losing a little Demi-God Medicine was nothing. What she couldn't bear most was that she had fallen for the trap and been harvested like a field of leeks.

Desolate Region.

Mist Mountains.

The profound patterns on the Totem Pillar glowed. Lines of markings spread through the surrounding void, unfolding a whole world.

Su Ye's physical body collapsed. His spirit took on solid form and stood where it was. He surveyed the world before him, then turned his gaze to the glorious, sacred Divine Temple. His expression grew solemn as he looked at the peerlessly elegant Little Dream God Lotus beside him. "Fairy, the Divine Temple is still here. Could God Emperor Qimu still be alive?"

"This Divine Temple doesn't belong to God Emperor Qimu. It's a temple dedicated to a Sacrificial Spirit."

Fairy Menglian replied. She glanced at the glorious, sacred Divine Temple, then turned her gaze toward the vast energy ocean, as boundless as the Vast Sea. Shock filled her beautiful eyes. With energy this terrifying, not even God Emperor Qimu at his peak could have gathered so much—not even a hundred God Emperors Qimu could have done so.

This Totem Pillar could never have belonged to an ordinary Sacrificial Spirit.

After the shock came exhilaration.

With so much energy, she was entirely confident she could return to her peak—and perhaps even go further.

But she quickly suppressed her joy, and her gaze grew profound. Her previous life was dead; in this life, she had no intention of retracing her old path.

The path of a Sacrificial Spirit.

What was more, this energy contained traces left behind by the original Sacrificial Spirit. Though that power was faint, it was still formidable. If she truly tried to merge with it, the energy wouldn't flow into her. Instead, she would be absorbed into the energy.

By then, who could say whether she would still be herself?

Meanwhile.

Su Ye cautiously entered the Divine Temple, his eyes full of curiosity and wariness. Though the Little Dream God Lotus had said there was no danger, he still had to be careful.

The hall was empty, without a single ornament.

As soon as Su Ye stepped inside, he felt a terrifying pressure. It was as if a fearsome being stood before him, filling him with dread and making him want to kneel and worship.

But he quickly suppressed the feeling. He stood tall, staring straight at the hall before him. Runes appeared in his gaze, and the empty hall began to change before his eyes...

"Pfft."

Su Ye suddenly spat out blood. His face turned deathly pale, and his body swayed violently. He had tried to use his Samsara Eye and follow the Karma here to peer into the past, to see who had left this Divine Temple. But before he could see anything, he had suffered a backlash.

"Don't look around carelessly."

The Little Dream God Lotus came over, her delicate, snow-white face solemn. "The origins of this Totem Pillar must be astonishing. Even though that being is no longer here, you, a mere Blood-Moving Realm cultivator, still have no right to peer into it. And it's not just someone in the Blood-Moving Realm—even beings far stronger than you have no right to look."

"Bang."

The Little Dream God Lotus waved a hand, and the Imperial Throne at the very top of the hall, symbolizing supreme authority, exploded and vanished into the Void. She said coldly, "God Emperor Qimu truly was ignorant and reckless, to sit there so brazenly."

She had once been a Sacrificial Spirit, and her Mental Power was powerful. That was why she could see more. Though the Divine Temple now had no master, it wasn't something just anyone could claim. Anyone who did would bear an enormous burden of Karma.

With the enormous Imperial Throne destroyed, the wall behind it came into view. A carving on the wall depicted a... Willow Tree.

Su Ye stared at the very abstract Willow Tree Carving, his expression shocked. He hadn't expected a Willow Tree to be carved inside the Divine Temple. A thought struck him, and he looked at the Little Dream God Lotus. "You said earlier that this Divine Temple wasn't God Emperor Qimu's, but was dedicated to that Sacrificial Spirit."

"Yes."

The Little Dream God Lotus nodded, her beautiful eyes fixed on the abstract Willow Tree. Though the carving wasn't very lifelike and looked like a child's casual doodle, every line contained Supreme Principles, as if expounding the truths of Heaven and Earth's Great Dao.

Su Ye looked at the Willow Tree Carving. Runes surfaced in his gaze, and the carving was no longer a carving, but a towering, enormous Willow Tree, wrapped in a Misty Haze of radiance. Every branch was like an embodiment of the Great Dao's order.

Could it be...

A possibility occurred to Su Ye. He looked at the Little Dream God Lotus and asked, "This Totem Pillar has mysterious, ancient, and powerful origins. Can you be more specific?"

Both God Emperor Qimu and the Little Dream God Lotus had said this Totem Pillar was extraordinary, with astonishing origins, and came from a powerful Sacrificial Spirit. But just how powerful? How astonishing?

The Little Dream God Lotus shook her head. "At my peak, I was only a True God. But I can say for certain that this Sacrificial Spirit was at least a Supreme Being, and might not even have belonged to this mortal world."

"At least a Supreme Being, perhaps not even of this mortal world."

Su Ye murmured to himself. He felt more and more that the Divine Temple had something to do with that being. After all, when he thought of a Willow Tree Sacrificial Spirit, only that being came to mind. And that being truly had once been immensely powerful, known as the Ancestral Sacrificial Spirit, capable of slaying Immortal Kings.

He didn't think any further. Whether or not it was connected to the Willow Deity didn't matter to him now. What mattered most was the Willow Tree Carving.

Su Ye gazed at the Willow Tree Carving, his eyes burning. It contained Supreme Principles; comprehending it was enough to let him grasp an unparalleled technique.

He didn't hesitate. He sat cross-legged before the carving.

He activated his Samsara Eye to its full extent and studied the carving. Runes darted rapidly through his gaze, and radiance spread like Open Heaven. In the newly opened world, Misty Haze billowed and rays of light blazed in all directions. A Willow Tree rose from the ground and pierced the clouds, the sole presence in that world.

Hum.

Radiance enveloped Su Ye's whole body. Runes danced, and rosy light flowed, making him seem utterly divine. Gradually, the carving began to glow, as if some kind of connection had formed between them.

The Little Dream God Lotus didn't try to study it. She hesitated, because she knew that comprehending this carving would inevitably establish a bond of Karma with that being.

The path of a Sacrificial Spirit was unfathomably mysterious. That being might not have truly perished. More precisely, traces of it surely remained in Heaven and Earth. Studying the techniques it had left behind would, in the unseen workings of fate, forge a connection with it—just as those two who had studied the techniques she left behind had been harvested by her.