What was praying for blessings?
Voluntary, wholehearted, devout!
This wasn't fucking devotion. This was being forced to be devout.
Nor was this praying for blessings. This was simply extracting something invisible from you.
Perhaps Divine Sense, perhaps divinity, or perhaps fortune.
Heaven knew.
If anyone found out my Divine Sense was ten times stronger than other people's, or if I turned out to be a son of destiny, I'd be finished.
Would this goddamned statue let me go?
Wouldn't it suck me dry every day, leaving me no chance to ever rise?
No... leave... I have to leave...
He Pingsheng's Divine Sense struggled frantically. He mobilized almost all of it, even deploying the Divine Ability of the Purple Mansion Nine-Shield Art.
Only then did he shakily rise from the ground with a thump.
The instant he stood, that feeling of devotion in his heart vanished.
But what puzzled He Pingsheng was that, despite the tremendous commotion he had made, not a single one of the others praying alongside him had noticed.
They showed not even the slightest reaction.
He sucked in breath after breath...
Watching this, He Pingsheng felt a profound terror.
It was just like back in the Cultivation World, seeing himself and Brother Nian extract fortune from countless geniuses and convert it into lifespan.
Although He Pingsheng had now stood up and was no longer controlled by some mysterious power, he had not returned to normal.
In other words, even if he did not kneel and simply remained standing, before long, the immense pressure and aura here would still bewitch his mind.
No...
I have to get out!
And fast!
Without a moment's thought, He Pingsheng ran straight toward the doors of the Great Hall.
Then he shoved them open with a bang.
Fortunately, the doors had merely