The elevator led into the Himalayan Mountains. A sizable space had been hollowed out inside the mountain, where an underground temple had been built.
This was naturally Ancient One's work after she succeeded as Sorcerer Supreme. In the past, reaching this place required taking a long spiral staircase, but after Su Ming took office, he had the elevator installed, arranged for electricity and running water to be brought underground, and even connected Wi-Fi, making the monks' lives a little easier.
But he had never come down here before. After all, he was not a spellcaster, so what would he come here for? He had only heard that the Nameless Ones still rejected anything that could make life more convenient. They preferred tormenting themselves.
Though they had running water, they refused to use it. Instead, they insisted on walking through mountain tunnels to a glacier several kilometers away, digging out ice blocks, carrying them home, and melting them for drinking water.
They would not turn on electric lights either. These people would rather chop wood and burn charcoal, savoring the bodily aches brought by labor.
Not to mention the internet. They would not even look at such cheap entertainment, because ascetics rejected all pleasures. Forget going online to play games—they did not even play mahjong.
The Nameless Ones' faith in the Vishanti had become fanatical to the point of resembling a cult.
Even so, Su Ming still had supplies delivered to them every month. They could choose not to use them, but as the Sorcerer Supreme, he could not choose not to provide them.
The elevator ran steadily, its bright lights shining on the three of them. Yet the chill around them grew increasingly obvious, and their breath was clearly visible.
"It's a little cold. Basements always feel like this." Squirrel