A Parting Gift; The Mole Is Me (Part 1)

No matter the size of a city, the area around its temples was generally the most prosperous.

There was a simple economic theory behind it as well: as long as one was human, one would encounter difficulties. Praying to gods and worshipping Buddha could be called the easiest—and most useless—way of solving them.

It was nothing more than a fluke mentality, believing that something in the unseen could help one cross a hard pass without cost.

After all, it only took a stick of incense and a few kowtows.

That was true even in worlds where gods and Buddhas did not exist, let alone in this realm where true gods held court.

Ci Prefecture's City God Temple had been built on a grand scale. After all, its City God was theoretically the City God of an entire prefecture, ranked only below Jiankang's capital City God. Within the Divine Path, he could be considered a frontier grandee entrusted with guarding a region.

But Su Che knew that Ci Prefecture's City God Temple was merely shiny on the outside. There was no true god seated within.

Deities were tied to the state of the world and the hearts of its people. Great Liang had been in this state for far more than a day or two. The prefectural City God stationed in Ci Prefecture had vanished into smoke decades ago, and no one had since been able to ascend to the position.

Even Ghost Cultivators like Lady Snow, who aspired to the Divine Path, had set their sights on the position of the Canglang Water God. That alone showed how perilous the office of prefectural City God was.

The resentment in the people's hearts was simply too great. Whoever rashly took the post would surely be seeking their own destruction.

Still, although