"But my mother said Divine Cultivation rises on faith and falls on faith. If a divine cultivator wants to break free of those shackles, they must..."
"Must what?"
Chen Zui scratched his head. "I didn't listen closely. Something about breaking down the old to build the new, I think. Anyway, my mother's friend has already fallen. Every time she mentions that friend, she sighs and looks... about the same way she looks when she watches me practice my blade."
That explained it: disappointment in someone who could have done better. But if that was true, the path of Divine Cultivation really was extraordinarily difficult.
Wen Xu was a little lost. "Could Divine Cultivation have something to do with the Wei Household Immortal Shrine?"
Bian Chunchou shook his head and spread his hands. "I don't know. I asked him what taboos the Cultivation Realm has about building temples. He brought up the Divine Way, and one thing led to another. Mostly, after hearing He Zhizhuo tell me how the Wei Household Immortal Shrine came to be, I couldn't help wondering whether it really does anything."
For a modern man with no faith at all, temples where people prayed to gods and Buddhas were simply famous sights to visit. He might harbor a little more hope at a temple to the God of Wealth, but that was all. So he was curious: the Wei Household had poured so much into its immortal shrine, and it had become a landmark of Baigu City. Did it truly shelter their ancestors' spirits and accumulate blessings?
"How did it come to be?"
Bian Chunchou briefly repeated the story. "That's what he said, but I find it strange."
A thought stirred in Wen Xu's mind. "What's strange about it?"
"He never said whether the six families' ancestors