How could Xiao Hua not know what green-robed Xiao Hua was thinking? He laughed loudly. "Rest assured, Green-robed fellow Daoist. Even if you had not said anything, our Confucian cultivator fellow immortal would have been anxious. That wooden statue previously bore the will of a Literary Saint, and it should contain secrets of Confucian cultivation. Moreover, Saint Zhu Xi's message stated clearly: 'The ancestral shrine's wooden statue holds primordial Qi; the family registry's silk brocade belongs to later generations.' The ancestral shrines of the Zhu, Zeng, and Xun families vanished long ago. Unless something unexpected occurred, they must be inside that light cavern! Alas, an ancestral shrine suppressing an Underworld Judge truly defies all reason! Had we not seen it with our own eyes, how could this Daoist have believed it?"
Smiling, Xiao Hua descended. Below lay a decrepit Earth God temple. The earlier battle had already torn this half-collapsed little temple beyond recognition, leaving only shattered stones scattered across the mountain's foothills.
Xiao Hua swept out his divine sense, and his brows unconsciously furrowed. There was no trace whatsoever of any ancestral shrine within its range. The previous light cavern had vanished without a trace, as though it had never existed at all.
"What do you think, fellow immortal?" Xiao Hua released Confucian cultivator Xiao Hua. After sensing the area for a moment, he too shook his head. "That wooden statue previously contained dense Vast Righteous Qi, yet now I cannot sense even the slightest bit of it. I fear the three Literary Saints must have done something."
"Yes, there must be a restriction," Xiao Hua nodded. "Otherwise, it could not have suppressed ghostly beings, nor could it have concealed itself from those who persecuted the Zhu, Zeng, and Xun families!"
"Since there is a restriction, it must be