NOVPUBIn the astonished gaze of Wang Ba, the Yin God Statue faintly lit up.
At the same time, the "Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream" started to operate spontaneously.
The Yin God Statue inexplicably felt as if it were coming to life.
Yet it still retained a sense of the rigidity characteristic of a sculpture.
He subconsciously moved his mind closer to the location of the Yin God Statue.
However, the moment he drew near, countless complex and chaotic voices, thoughts, and murmurs flooded into his mind!
"Thank you, immortal, for your blessings!"
"If only I could have a little more food..."
"Clothes, clothes!"
"I’m sick..."
"Immortal... I, I want a woman, I can’t stand it!"
Tens of thousands, or perhaps even tens of millions of thoughts almost washed away his consciousness in an instant.
And in that moment.
The Yin God Statue abruptly opened its mouth.
All those voices and thoughts suddenly materialized in an instant and were then deeply inhaled by the statue, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
Wang Ba hurriedly increased the distance between himself and the Yin God Statue, his soul still unsettled.
And it was at that moment.
Inside the Yin Temple, drops of incomparably pure Power of the Yin God began to condense rapidly.
They continued to form, drop by drop, unceasingly.
These powers fell within the temple and soon accumulated, merging with the waves formed by the previously existing Power of the Yin God on the ground.
Though it appeared as red as blood, it also gave off a dreamlike, misty, transparent feeling.
This process lasted for nearly the time it took an incense stick to burn.
Only then did that invisible force begin to wane.
The Power of the Yin God also decreased until it no longer appeared.
But Wang Ba couldn’t help but be greatly shocked:
"A total of 48,523 drops!"
"So much Power of the Yin God!"
With his advancement to the Golden Core and the subsequent enhancement of his soul, the Divine Dew condensed from Class II Spirit Plants like the Thousand God Tree had a negligible effect on him.
He now relied solely on the Spirit Chicken Essence, Spirit Turtle Essence, and his own cultivation to replenish the Power of the Yin God.
Yet in just a brief moment, such an immense amount had condensed.
"Was that invisible force just now the incense fire?"
Wang Ba couldn’t help but recall the experience just then.
A feeling of alarm stirred within him.
If the Yin God Statue hadn’t timely swallowed the invisible power coming from all beings, he might have been completely overwhelmed by those endless desires and thoughts at that moment.
Perhaps he would have become a madman wrapped in countless desires, or he might have become a lifeless puppet, devoid of self-awareness and sentiment.
"These Powers of the Yin God, it seems, should be the result of the Yin God Statue absorbing the incense fire and then transforming it."
"In other words, the Yin God Statue acts like a funnel filter, filtering out all unwanted impurities of desire and leaving behind the useful essence."
"Incense fire… Power of the Yin God…"
Wang Ba pondered thoughtfully.
His mind unintentionally swept over the Yin God Statue, but then he suddenly stopped in shock.
"This... what is this..."
The face of the Yin God Statue, once very vague, had become more defined and clear.
This time, the contours of a nose had even appeared.
What surprised him was, on this half-formed face, he felt an unquestionable sense of familiarity.
"Why does it feel like the statue resembles me somewhat?"
The chin and mouth were previously undefined, but as soon as the nose appeared, he immediately noticed the difference.
The more he looked, the more striking the familiarity became.
The more he looked, the more he saw the resemblance.
"Why is this change occurring?"
"The ’Book of Yin God’s Grand Dream’ has never mentioned that the statue’s appearance would transform into that of the cultivator."
Wang Ba felt a surge of uncertainty:
"Is this change good or bad?"
He couldn’t determine just yet.
After a brief contemplation.
He withdrew his mind from the Spirit Platform Yin God Temple.
His gaze turned towards the vast dungeon below.
Down there.
Countless mortals were enjoying the sense of prosperity and peace that came with food.
Laughter and prayers… even from a great distance, there was a sense of bustling activity.
"Is this the incense fire?"
"By satisfying the desires of the beings in the mortal world, one receives their gratitude…"
"But what is the true nature of it?"
As Wang Ba looked down, he seemed momentarily lost in thought.
However, he soon shook his head.
There was much to be done to provide for these thirty million people, and he couldn’t stop just yet.
…
In the bygone Wu State, within Yujiang City.
The Pantheon.
The outermost temple.
This temple was on a much grander scale than the surrounding ones.
However, it lacked the luster of its neighbors, instead surrounded by a sense of stagnant air, and the temple itself was dull and lackluster.
There was an overarching feeling of decline, as if dusk was nearing.
Even the cultivators guarding the outside seemed sparse and idle, each one listless and disengaged.
On this day.
Within the temple.
A massive statue, once with only a vague face showing a chin and mouth, slowly brightened with a faint glow.
This change immediately shocked the cultivators guarding inside!
A Fourth Stage Perfection Cultivator in a ritual robe stood up in astonishment, and then, realizing something, couldn’t help but reveal ecstatic joy:
"Lord of Dreams!"
"It’s the Lord of Dreams!"
"The Lord of Dreams is one step closer to awakening!"
"So fast!"
Upon hearing the excited voice of the cultivator, the others rushed in.
They saw that after the glow appeared on the statue, it quickly returned to dimness.
But the sight of the now emerging contours of a nose on the statue caused an uproar of excitement among the cultivators!
