Presence Word Secret

In a small border city somewhere in the eastern region of the Eastern Wasteland.

"Brother Duan De, long time no see!"

The last divine-power avatar stood before a roadside stall in a street-side alley, smiling as he cupped his hands toward a plump-looking fortune teller.

"Brother Ye, what are you doing here?"

The fat man in Daoist robes, who called himself Heavenly Blind, suddenly ceased to be blind. He nimbly sprang up from his bench, grabbed the Human Sacred Body, and ran.

After shaking off a group of bewildered passersby, the two twisted and turned through the streets before finally arriving at a secluded little courtyard in the south of the city.

"Tsk, Brother Duan De truly knows how to hide among the common folk."

The Human Sacred Body looked around, surveying this quiet temporary residence.

"Bullshit. Do you think this Daoist wants to stay here? If I don't hide, I'll lose my life."

Duan De tore off the many trinkets he used to fool mortals and spoke in an irritated tone.

Half a year ago, in the Great Wilderness of the Western Region of the Eastern Wasteland, he had accidentally unearthed the Mausoleum of an ancient sage and had immediately been overjoyed.

Yet joy turned to sorrow. Not only did he fail to obtain the sage's Dao weapon, he even ran into a group of filthy things.

Only after paying a terrible price had he barely escaped with his life, fleeing the Western Region and hiding at the border of the Eastern Region in the completely opposite direction, where he could soak up some yang energy among the crowds.

He had been in hiding for a full half year and still did not dare leave.

Even now, traces of fear lingered on the Daoist-robed fat man's face.

"Brother Dao,