Ordinary people could knock all they wanted, but the Doomsday Temple would not pay them any heed.
Yet when this strange man knocked, the Doomsday Temple opened its doors in response.
The old monk who opened the door looked at the strange man, then at Xu Zimo and the others.
He asked, "What brings you all here?"
"How can a person be without a soul? We came to find his soul," Xu Zimo said calmly, pointing at the strange man before him.
"There are no souls here. This is merely a small temple," the old monk replied, shaking his head.
Xu Zimo did not argue with him.
Instead, he simply said, "I heard that among the Three Major Powers of Demon City, only the Doomsday Temple is truly extraordinary."
"You neither emerge into the world nor contend with others for territory. It is as though you have vanished without a trace."
"If not for this temple at the center of Demon City, I fear many people would have forgotten you long ago."
"Why is that? Have you secluded yourselves from the world?"
"The mundane world is nothing but illusion," the old monk said, giving a Buddhist salute.
"This old monk no longer cares about such people."
"Power, territory, the gaze of ten thousand people—what meaning do they have?"
"Has the abbot truly seen through the mortal world?" Xu Zimo asked with a smile.
"If you truly had, why would you refuse to acknowledge the existence of souls?"
"I think the abbot understands more clearly than anyone else. You have not seen through the mortal world—you still cling to it."
"You have merely seen through the true nature of Demon City."
"I do not understand what you mean, Benefactor," the old monk replied, shaking his head.
"If you do not understand,