Jiyan found the heavenly lake on Phoenix Mountain. It was indeed where the phoenix dwelled, but the phoenix had yet to awaken, and he had not found the magical treasure, the Phoenix Feather Plume.
He had wanted to return to that woman and ask for more clues, but being nothing more than a wisp of divine soul was inconvenient, after all.
Resurrection was his foremost priority now.
So, following the information he had gathered, he arrived at the Patriarch of the Mystic Sect's Divine Temple.
Watching the ceaseless offerings of incense and the countless commoners paying their respects, Jiyan stared at the Divine Temple with an increasingly sharp gaze, brimming with murderous intent.
Why?
Why had he been locked in the World-Suppressing Tower for a thousand years, while the Patriarch of the Mystic Sect received incense offerings here?
He casually swept his hand.
Gusts of demonic wind blew in, and dark clouds blotted out the sun, covering the entire mountain.
The wind chilled the commoners to the bone. Seeing countless streams of black energy surge into the Divine Temple, they cried out in panic.
"A monster! There's a monster!"
"Run!"
At those words, everyone blanched in terror. They threw down their incense sticks, candles, and baskets, covered their heads, and fled for their lives.
Soon, the Divine Temple, which had been bustling with warmth and thick with incense only moments before, was shrouded in baleful aura, cold and deathly silent.
Jiyan slowly floated up to the Divine Statue, inspecting it from top to bottom.
"Your descendants are truly commendable in their filial devotion. They even built you such a magnificent Divine Statue. Old man, I've come bearing a grand gift."
The Divine Statue's kindly smile visibly shifted ever so slightly.
Then white light enveloped the entire Divine Statue.
A translucent