After lighting the incense in his hand, the old Daoist turned and walked toward Li Qing.
Watching the old Daoist approach, Li Qing's gaze held a trace of hesitation.
"Benefactor, please." The old Daoist extended the incense toward him.
Taking a deep breath, he did not hesitate. He reached out and accepted the incense.
He did not say anything more, simply and obediently walking toward the altar.
Taking three steps in two, he arrived before the altar!
He inserted the three incense sticks into the burner. The next instant, strange flames rose from them.
Three points of green light burned at the tips of the incense, and an unusual fragrance swiftly drifted through the air.
Li Qing drew a deep breath. He could feel a dreamlike, illusory sensation spreading through his mind.
This fragrance seemed to allow him to see something that could not normally be seen.
Everything before his eyes seemed layered in overlapping peaks and ridges, revealing countless different levels. The scene seen on each level was different.
The original altar was a brown long table, while a golden statue stood upon the shrine platform behind it.
But what he saw now had changed. Across the various layers of space, the appearances of the deity statues and altars were also different.
Some deity statues were pitch-black, with light even flickering in their eyes.
Some deity statues were covered all over in flesh and blood, countless tumors continuously erupting from their bodies.
Others were as pure as sacred white jade, blooming with boundless radiance.
Countless deity statues overlapped together like a mass of chaos, making it impossible to see what truly lay within.
In the end, only the outline of a deity statue remained.
A voice rang by his ear.
"Benefactor, please go to the next hall and offer