Nightmare Light

Chapter 192 Returning to Light and Mist

A few hours later.

Outside Tangsheng City.

The once enormous temple had vanished without a trace, replaced by a glaringly deep crater.

At the bottom of the pit, which is tens of meters deep, traces of the foundation excavation can still be faintly seen when this huge building was constructed.

Meanwhile, standing not far from the deep pit, Lin Wang and Shi Xionglue looked at the pit before them...

And beside the deep pit, the heavily guarded priests and the city defense troops of Tangsheng City, the two sighed in unison.

"This has caused a huge problem..."

Fortunately, neither the city defense army nor the priestly corps could deal with Lin Wang and Shi Xionglue at the moment—the sudden appearance of several thousand lay masters, along with nearly a thousand wounded and hundreds of corpses, had created enormous chaos, and maintaining order was already a problem for them.

Lin Wang pondered for a moment and said to Shi Xiong, "I need to interrogate that Little Yellow Springs Lord. There's still a lot of information I need to get from him—so you'll handle the city defense forces and the priesthood."

"I get the feeling that you find dealing with these people too troublesome?" Shi Xiong gritted his teeth and squeezed out these words.

"How could you misunderstand me like that?" Lin Wang said with an air of righteous indignation. "But you're right—I just find things troublesome."

"...It was a miscalculation. I should have killed you in the underworld."

"Chef, what are your plans next?" Lin Wang chuckled.

"I haven't decided yet." Shi Xiong looked slightly troubled. "You've left me with such a mess, and the Shadow Godslayer Cult is a mess too."

"Speaking of which, your cult... is it that you can't go back to it?"

"Did you guess it?"

"It's not hard to guess; all extremist groups are like this."

“We’ve been hiding in the shadows for over a hundred years, and now we’ve finally locked onto a target. But not only did I fail to kill that target, I ended up chatting and laughing with him…” Shi Xiong chuckled. “Don’t even mention that I can’t go back; I’ll probably be targeted for assassination by them.”

"Do you regret it?" Lin Wang glanced at the burly cook.

"Regret my ass." Shi Xiong scoffed. "What I regret most now is not breaking ties with these lunatics sooner... These guys are not only mentally unstable, obsessed with killing gods, but their eating habits are also awful!"

"A hundred years! A whole hundred years! And yet, many of these guys still haven't learned how to cook!"

Shi Xiong muttered to himself, "They even ate my treasured frozen lamb from the North while I was away!"

He suddenly gritted his teeth: "They just boiled it briefly before eating! That's frozen lamb from the North! The legendary snowflake texture!"

"..." Lin Wang's face twitched, unsure how to respond. He awkwardly changed the subject, "What about this Holy Army?"

“I’ll handle it,” Shi Xiong said. “I’m an old priest, after all, and I know how to deal with things inside the temple again…”

At this point, the two fell silent for a few seconds before speaking simultaneously: "Vice-Bishop Zhao..."

Lin Wang and Shi Xiong exchanged a glance, and Shi Xiong smiled and said, "We're thinking the same thing... Here's what we'll do: you go and interrogate Huang Quan Gong first, and I'll mobilize the temple's internal resources to launch an investigation as soon as possible regarding Vice Bishop Zhao."

"In that case, I wish you all the best." Lin Wang shook hands with Shi Xiong briefly, then turned and left.

He hadn't gone far when Shi Xionglue's voice rang out behind him: "Lin Wang...brother."

"Hmm?" Lin Wang turned to look at him.

Shi Xiong stood amidst a large group of Holy Army soldiers, his burly figure clad in tattered armor. He raised his hand and feigned a punch at Lin Wang: "Are you sure you're not 'that one'?"

"Heh, don't even think about it." Lin Wang laughed. "I have no interest in being a god... good gods and evil gods are the same."

He turned around and walked towards the end of the road without looking back, waving behind him and leaving Shi Xionglue with a tall figure that gradually disappeared into the mist. "This young man from the North... he's really unfathomable," Shi Xionglue murmured.

"Sir, do you think what Lord Lin Wang said is true?" a Holy Army officer asked.

"What do you mean, is it true or not?"

"He said he had no interest in becoming a god," the Crusader officer said. "Is there really anyone who has no interest in becoming a god?"

"If you're talking about someone becoming stronger through cultivation, gradually becoming an immortal, and then ascending to godhood... I think everyone has to go through this path," Shi Xiong said. "But what about the authority of a god..."

He paused for a few seconds: "I can definitely sense that this northerner is genuinely not interested."

"Hey, is anyone really that stupid?" another Crusader officer scoffed.

“No, he’s not stupid. He’s a different case.” Shi Xiong shook his head seriously. “He gives me a very strange feeling… I feel like he’s a cook.”

"cook?"

Do you think any chef would want to be a fish?

……

An hour later, Lin Wang returned home and entered the tree fern space.

Little Huangquan Gong knows a lot about the underworld; you can get a lot of important information out of him...

Lin Wang pondered for a moment, then teleported to the foot of the giant tree.

When I returned to the giant tree, the place was somewhat different from before.

Some unnamed buildings have been added to the "city," and the Wu ethnic villagers are busy moving between these buildings.

Lin Wang even saw a small square near a residential area, where some villagers were gathered in small groups.

They not only rebuilt their homes, but also reintegrated into social life...

Lin Wang pondered to himself.

His gaze shifted to the outside of the city, where he could clearly see the temple of the Mist Clan in the eastern part of the city. The temple had a large hole in its roof and stood on the ground. Countless vines sealed the entire temple, making it look sacred and mysterious.

To the west of the city, an ancient temple, along with a plaza and a complete complex of buildings, lies prostrate on the pure white earth.

It also had a hole in its head, looking quite miserable.

The vines of some tree ferns are slowly spreading and enveloping the entire temple—this is the order Lin Wang gave to the tree ferns; he does not want any villagers to accidentally wander in before the exploration of the entire temple is completed.

After confirming that the tree fern had faithfully carried out his orders, Lin Wang felt slightly relieved.

"However, a big city isn't good either... Where did the cat put that little skeleton?"

Lin Wang muttered.

Just then, from behind the tree fern, out of Lin Wang's sight, came a faint commotion.

Lin Wang had a sudden thought, switched coordinates, and teleported behind the tree fern.

Then, what appeared before him left him dumbfounded.

Under the tree fern, May stood with her hands on her hips, poking hard at the skull of Little Yellow Springs.

As she poked at the paper, she said, "Five sets of practice papers every day! Not a single one can be missed!"

(End of this chapter)