I'm just an ornamental fish in the water.

About half an hour later, Jiang Li and Feng Mu had walked around the City God's Small World little by little.

During this time, Feng Mu also took action to eliminate a few vengeful spirits that had escaped the net.

However, Jiang Li couldn't understand Feng Mu's methods.

When the princess faced the evil spirit, she merely raised her finger and pointed slightly. There was no divine light, nor did she perform any incantations or rituals. With just this simple touch, the evil spirit vanished without a trace.

"Would you like to learn?"

Feng Mu asked Jiang Li with a smile.

Jiang Li shook her head without hesitation.

It's obvious without even thinking that at least 90% of this prince's methods come from His Majesty Fuxi.

Even if Feng Mu really wanted to teach, Jiang Li wouldn't dare to learn.

Moreover, Jiang Li hasn't even figured out what she already has yet.

Leaving aside the method of talisman pills, there are many wonderful uses within the Wuzhiqi spiritual essence used for foundation building that have not yet been put to practical use.

Not to mention the unique characteristics inherent in the body of this rare red carp.

Oh right, there's also the Thunder Path Breathing Technique, which is suspected to be of extremely high rank.

To thoroughly understand each and every matter requires a lot of time and effort.

Jiang Li naturally understood the principle that one should not bite off more than one can chew.

Upon seeing this, Feng Mu smiled slightly and said nothing more, as if it were just a joke.

After this brief incident, the two continued their search of the City God's Small World.

However, just as Feng Mu said, this small world, which had become ruins, seemed to have no other existence besides the ghosts that had escaped from the ghost prison.

Got nothing.

Jiang Li and Feng Mu returned to the location of the entrance.

"It seems we were overthinking it."

Feng Mu shook his head helplessly and said, "Let's go. Regardless of whether the City God of Wushan is still alive or not, there's been no news of him. This matter must be reported. I'll submit a petition to the Xiayuan Water Official's Office immediately."

This is also where Feng Mu's helplessness lies.

To travel within the Three Realms, one must abide by the rules of the Three Realms, and the greatest rule in the Three Realms right now is naturally the Heavenly Court.

As an official of the Lower Yuan Water Office, Feng Mu could not directly submit the memorial to the City God of the Divine Land of China.

The only option was to report everything one discovered, saw, and heard to the Lower Yuan Water Official's Office, and then have the Lower Yuan Water Official's Inspection Office deliver a document to the City God's Office in Luoyang.

Just like how the City God of Xingyang had to pass through the Luoshui Divine Palace to capture evil spirits in the Luoshui River.

Reports must not be submitted to higher authorities, let alone to other prefectures; this is a clearly stated rule.

It may seem tedious and lengthy, but without such rules, the various departments would be intertwined, and once trouble broke out, it would be a huge mess that was difficult to untangle.

The Three Realms are vast, and as the ruler of the Three Realms, stability is the top priority for the Heavenly Court; everything else must take a backseat.

Feng Mu felt increasingly helpless as he thought about it.

I don't know how much time will have passed by then.

Just as they were about to walk towards the entrance, they saw Jiang Li standing still without moving.

She looked over in confusion.

"Your Highness."

Jiang Li pondered for a moment, then tentatively said, "I've searched the entire small world, but haven't found any clues or hints..."

"However, the ruin of this place must have been caused by someone destroying it, which is why it is in this state now."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu said, "I have already thoroughly investigated the area and found no trace of any evil magic or sorcery."

This is also what puzzled her.

The dilapidated state of the City God's Small World was not natural; it must have been destroyed by someone.

But the problem is that there are no traces.

"Then, is it possible that the one who made the move wasn't a cultivator?"

Jiang Li looked around and said softly, "Perhaps, it was done by mortals?"

"You mean, after the Goddess Wusheng dealt with the City God of Wushan County and all the other spirits and deities, she sent mortals in to destroy this place?"

Jiang Li nodded and said, "There's another point of doubt. As the ruler of the local gods and spirits, the City God of Wushan must be quite powerful. But the buildings in this small world are dilapidated, which couldn't have been destroyed by the aftermath of a battle, otherwise there would have been traces."

"Either the City God of Wushan would be captured instantly, utterly powerless to resist, or..."

Upon hearing this, Feng Mu continued, "The battlefield isn't here?"

"Perhaps for some reason, all the ghosts and gods in the City God's Mansion left and went to some place, some... pre-prepared massacre site!"

Jiang Li muttered to herself, her brows furrowed tightly.

This hypothesis is certainly valid, and it doesn't seem to have any problems.

But there is another possibility: that there is an unimaginable being that destroyed everything with great power and then concealed all traces.

It was to the point that even Feng Mu couldn't tell.

If that's the case, then things are really in serious trouble.

However, this possibility is not high. If such a terrifying existence existed, Jiang Li did not believe that it could cause trouble while being hidden so well in the ancestral home of the human race in the Divine Continent of China.

Is the Heavenly Court truly dead?

The changes occurring in a village or county might not be noticed by the Heavenly Court in the short term, given its size.

However, if there really were such an evil entity capable of instantly annihilating a city god or spirit, it would be virtually impossible for them to remain unharmed.

Shaking his head to stop his thoughts from wandering, Jiang Li strode towards the original location of the City God's Hall in the small world.

"Your Highness, we were so focused on checking for any signs of evil spirits here that we forgot one thing."

As Jiang Li walked, she said to Feng Mu beside her, "Documents."

Feng Mu's eyes lit up.

Jiang Li continued, "If what I just guessed is true, then such a large-scale operation, with all the ghosts and gods of the City God Temple mobilized, will surely be recorded in the case files."

"Now, let's see if that Goddess of No Birth, or the guy who directed her followers to destroy the City God's small world, has noticed this."

As Jiang Li spoke, she continued walking, bypassing the courtroom and arriving at the document room.

Record-keeping is a necessary task for both the Heavenly Court and the mortal government.

All official business done and all local decisions made must be documented.

This serves as proof of achievements and also as evidence for pursuing recourse after an incident.

The office collapsed completely. The demolition crew was very skilled; they simply snapped the main beam, causing the entire house to collapse.

As a result, the surface was completely covered by the ruins, sand, and gravel.

It was Jiang Li who took action.

He bent down, reached out and lifted the dilapidated roof off.

As Jiang Li cleaned up, she soon saw some scattered documents and files.

"really!"

Feng Mu blinked in surprise and said, "Jiang Li, you're right."

"Good luck."

Jiang Li bent over and searched through the documents and files, feeling a sense of relief.

To avoid leaving any trace, the person who took action within the City God's small world must have been a mortal. Most of the followers of the Goddess Wusheng were poor people. In this era where knowledge and books were monopolized by powerful families, farmers and ordinary people couldn't even write their own names.

This leads to them having no intuitive understanding of written words or books, and they are even less aware of how important the clues represented by what they perceive as scribbles are.

A bitter smile appeared on Jiang Li's lips.

The tragedy of this era has ironically become an aid in my investigation of clues; it's truly...

Sighing inwardly, he didn't stop working, and soon he found a file with a clear cover.

It reads "Records of Affairs of the Wushan City God's Office, Volume 528".

This is the last number Jiang Li could find.

Jiang Li handed the file to Feng Mu.

The latter flipped directly to the end.

He frowned at just one glance.