Lü Bufan circulated his spiritual power, and his eyes actually gave off a faint, lustrous glow in the darkness, enough to let him see clearly inside the vast, dilapidated Ancient Temple.
It was plain and solemn. The enormous space held few decorations, only heavy stone steles standing one after another, their inscriptions all erased by someone unknown.
A stone platform had collapsed into a heap of ruins, and the deity statue upon it had long since become a pile of broken tiles and rubble.
Lü Bufan quietly gazed at the deity's seat, then respectfully straightened his clothes, knelt on the icy ground, and kowtowed...
"Land God above, this ordinary mortal, Lü Bufan, kowtows to you... I don't know whether any of your true spirit still remains in this world. In today's Mortal Realm, the immortal path reigns overhead, and the Immortal Sects govern Central Earth together with the Imperial Court. Life is pretty hard for the common people. The Imperial Court and the Immortal Sects drive them into the mountains to search for heavenly materials and earthly treasures, spirit medicines, and ores. Those spirit mines are being dug deeper and deeper, too... Whenever unrest breaks out, plenty of people die."
Lü Bufan actually took out a flask of wine and respectfully set it before the ruined deity's seat, then continued rambling, "There aren't any Land God Temples left now. So it turns out the Immortal Sects suppressed them. Big Black slaughtered an Immortal... Oh, right, Master Peach is doing all right, except he lost an arm. He curses all day, and his temper keeps getting worse!"
"Two Realms Village has fallen into ruin, and my masters aren't doing well either... Inside the Immortal Sects, they scheme against one another without a day's peace. The Immortal Sects have occupied most of