"Zhang Mingli?" At his first glance at the divine image on the wall, Gao Ming thought he saw Zhang Mingli through a haze. As that suspicion formed in his mind, the immortal mist swirling around the image's face gradually thinned, and it seemed to truly take on Zhang Mingli's appearance.
"Was the Nine-Story Spirit Shrine built by Zhang Mingli? Something feels off."
Gao Ming stood at the entrance without going straight in. He pressed a hand against Fu Shu's neck and asked quietly, "Do you see the divine image painted on the wall? Who do you think he looks like?"
"No idea. I can't make it out." Fu Shu was baffled. "I've never seen the Nine-Story Spirit Shrine either. In the original design, it only existed in data simulations. Everything about it is unknown, so you'll have to watch out for yourself."
Fu Shu could offer no help, so Gao Ming turned to Bai Huang, but she shook her head too.
"How strange."
Standing at the shrine's entrance,
neither Gao Ming nor the Flesh-and-Blood Ghost God sensed the slightest trace of sinister, baleful energy. All they saw were refined cultivators burning incense, brewing tea, arranging flowers, and hanging paintings. Their feathered robes trailed mist and rosy clouds, and every corner exuded the spiritual grace of immortals.
Still uncertain, Gao Ming turned to look outside the shrine. His gaze pierced the bloody rain, revealing streets awash with rivers of blood and corpses whose eyes remained open in death.
Farther away, the curses outside the town were multiplying. Those Infant Spirits draped in Yellow Weasel's fur seemed intent on turning Dreamfold Town into a place where nothing survived.
The contrast between the shrine's interior and the world outside was so stark it was hard to believe.
"It has to be fake. Everything