Since Suxu City was hard to enter... That's it! Tang Changsheng suddenly remembered that a few old acquaintances seemed to be on Fuyang Mountain.
He acted as soon as the thought struck. Without lingering, he turned and headed for Fuyang Mountain.
Fuyang Mountain had changed too. A straight official road now ran from its foot to Suxu City, with inns and lodgings along the way. Merchants and travelers thronged the road, and caravans passed from time to time.
A magnificent temple, glittering with gold, had also been built on the mountain. Even before he drew near, he could sense its brilliant golden light and resplendent divine power.
Tang Changsheng stopped before getting close. He could not simply barge in, or he would likely alert the deity at once...
"Back then, a Great Calamity struck, and every deity in Wu Hou State, great and small, perished. Not one remained.
"Who would have thought that seas would turn to mulberry fields, and even the Divine Way would gather anew?"
Tang Changsheng sighed inwardly. He wondered whether Ghost Messenger Fang Xin and the others from those days were still around.
After a moment's hesitation, he used the Heavenly Mandate Compass to seal every aperture in his body, letting not a trace of Heavenly Secrets leak out.
In Wuman World, this had fooled even the Heavenly Dao of an entire world, let alone anyone here. Even a master at the Yang Spirit level watching nearby would probably notice nothing unusual about Tang Changsheng.
Tang Changsheng landed beside the official road below the mountain and walked slowly toward Fuyang Mountain.
Besides the merchants coming and going, plenty of pilgrims had come to offer incense.
A tea stall stood at the foot of the path up Fuyang Mountain, where several pilgrims traveling up and down were