Fan Qingmeng was also deep in thought.
The reason she had appeared here now was a matter of chance. Across the realm, Daoist and Brahma faiths were being uprooted, mountains razed and temples smashed. Many temples had either been converted into schools or rededicated to Yellow Heaven Great Sage.
As for Daoists, they had all become rats scurrying across the street, not daring to reveal the slightest trace of themselves.
After all, when Daoists from across the realm had entered Divine Capital to support the Dragon Court, their ranks had been vast and imposing. They had even denounced Zhao Cheng as a demon. Under such circumstances, even if Daoists were all highly skilled technical talents, they could not simply be pardoned.
Otherwise, the nation's prestige would cease to exist.
Of course, that was only for now. Later on, restrictions would surely be eased, allowing some Daoists to atone for their crimes through meritorious service.
But that could never happen now. Daoists were arrogant; unless their swagger was first beaten out of them, they would certainly take the court's grace for weakness.
Under such circumstances, many Daoists had hidden away in uninhabited mountains and wilderness, not daring to walk among mankind. They could only live like savages, much less come to the Capital City.
Only Fan Qingmeng, with skill great enough to breed courage, dared otherwise. Over this period, she had reclaimed more of her power from her previous life and had already attained the fruition of a Heavenly Immortal. A Golden Immortal was no longer far away.
With her Dao arts, so long as she did not barge into the imperial palace, even the suppression exerted by Divine Capital upon her was limited.
Fan Qingmeng had come to Divine Capital with a plan. Her primary purpose was to probe the