Chapter 112: The Toad Who Dreams of Consuming Qingming
Long story short, the Swelling Water God Palace’s method was so lame it was laughable compared to the Palace of Absolute Beginning.
Wei Yuan continued to rant internally as he stepped inside the secret passage. At the end of the passage was a stone door with, thankfully, no mechanism on it. Behind it lay an underground hall.
The underground hall was fairly small in size. There was a rock the size of a water jar in the center of the room, and at the far end stood three deity statues. The middle statue depicted a male cultivator with a rather handsome appearance and a kind, gentle expression. To his left stood a female cultivator who looked like she was a charm incarnate, and to his right was a young girl between five and six years of age. Fair as jade and cute as a button, she was clutching a white snake in her hands.
The entire stone chamber was brimming with the power of incense prayers. Literally, it had condensed into a swirling gray fog from how thick it was.
Wei Yuan recalled what he read about the mission. If he wasn’t mistaken, the male cultivator was probably the Founder of the Swelling Water God Palace. Nothing was mentioned about the woman and the girl, but he reckoned that they were his family.
Did Yun Xihe establish a sect so he could crown himself as a deity? Did he make his disciples, grand disciples, and the commoners who attached themselves to the sect worship him as a god?
Wei Yuan could not help but ridicule Yun Xihe internally. Was he sick in the head? Who in their right mind would want to attain godhood through the physical body at this day and age?
The Dao of incense prayer and divine worship was miraculous in many ways, but attaining godhood through the physical body definitely brought more harm than good—it was the kind of path from which there was no turning back as well. This point had been thoroughly explored from various angles during his Fortune Theory, Dao Foundation Theory, and Techniques Theory class. Barring a truant who had skipped all the classes, there wasn’t a single disciple of the Palace of Absolute Beginning who would ever consider pursuing such a path.
Yun Xihe was a disciple of the Palace of Absolute Beginning, so why in the world would he do such a thing? Did he secretly read novels instead of paying attention during class? Surely not.