Everything had its rules.
At least when they descended into the mortal world, these Divine Kingdoms followed rules and took forms that humans could understand.
Some of these deities lusted after beauty, some loved food, some favored upright gentlemen, and some preferred devout believers.
They all had certain traits.
And certain connections to the world.
So, "What was keeping the Yin-Shang Divine Kingdom barely functioning?"
Lin Feng had no idea.
The Nuo Opera Masters behind him caught up, carrying Clay Jars in their arms.
Lin Feng was not sure what was in this place.
But whatever it was, stuffing it into a Clay Jar could not go wrong.
Even a powerful Underworld Uncanny would be finished once it was stuffed into one.
With a tap of his finger, the barely humanoid Iron-Crowned Daoist went flying backward as though in slow motion.
His feet left the ground. The shriveled Iron-Crowned Daoist looked like a corpse that had dried for a hundred thousand years, crumbling into dust at a touch.
Just like that, he vanished before Lin Feng's eyes.
There was no flesh or blood inside him, nor any life force.
He was more like a puppet.
Lin Feng swept up their fragments. He did not tamper with these Daoists from Heaven-Bearing Temple, remembering what had happened the last time he sacrificed the people from the abandoned Kiln.
After he sacrificed the workers from the abandoned Kiln, an evil ghost came knocking.
These Uncanny beings that had survived from ancient times always resembled bizarre creatures bound by taboos.
Those taboos did not apply only to others.
They applied to the creatures themselves as well.
If a taboo was violated,
both parties would die.
A strange power existed within them.
What had happened in the past, and why Heaven-Bearing Temple existed inside the