The tall figure condensed from a furnace-fire fate billowed with blue smoke, his muffled groans of pain gradually becoming howls!
His thought-voice swept outward like thunder, startling the shadow pythons and shadow flood dragons prowling nearby into hastily retreating into the heavy black clouds.
After some twenty breaths, the tall figure had burned increasingly thin. This stick of "incense" seemed to have reached its end, no longer able to sustain the form of his Divine Sense.
With a poof, he burst apart and turned to ash!
"Dead?"
"He's lost half his life, at least. Severe damage to Divine Sense is worse than damage to a cultivation furnace cauldron!"
"Ask the Kitchen God to bestow fire? Then use Divine Sense as incense? Why would he do that...?"
On the Eighteen Levels platform, the many manifestations of Divine Sense were all greatly startled, yet utterly bewildered, unable to make sense of it.
Every face bore confusion at the ancient temple that had suddenly appeared and the tall figure's request for fire.
"The Kitchen God?"
"The deity enshrined in this temple is actually the Kitchen God?"
"The Kitchen God isn't some ghost deity, but an Orthodox God invested by the Immortal Dao! One of a Dao Lord's countless manifestations, entitled to cultivators' worship and sacrificial offerings..."
"Why is there a Kitchen God Temple in [Fengdu]?"
"You ask me, but who am I supposed to ask?"
Jiang Yi was equally at sea, but performing Supplicating the Heavenly Book now might not elicit an immediate response.
He was hoping some "old hand" on the platform would step forward and explain a thing or two, only for the figures condensed from Divine Sense and fate Qi to turn toward him in unison.
"What are you all looking at me for?"
Jiang Yi paused slightly and thought