Fairy, help me cultivate.

The others remained unmoved, staring blankly at Qin Dahan.

Four Eyes sneered: "Didn't you just make a move yourself? What right do you have to lecture us?"

Qin Dahan was speechless. He suddenly drew an obsidian dagger from his robes and chopped off his own hand: "This is my punishment for disrespecting the divine beast! Now you have the right, don't you?"

The four eyes were speechless.

But soon someone objected: "Only a high shaman has the right to request punishment. You mutilated your body, which is to fall into the animal realm. Qin Dahan is also a wild beast. Killing him is a good deed!"

The crowd was immediately aroused and rushed towards Qin Dahan.

If this continues, who knows how long this commotion will last.

Chen Yao swept his sword finger, and the wind wall entered Qin Dahan, spewing out countless fragments of sword energy.

The arrogant, animal-skinned men were instantly torn apart, their limbs severed and countless heads and bodies separated.

Only then did the remaining people realize how terrifying Chen Yao was. They immediately dropped their weapons and prostrated themselves on the ground in worship.

Qin Dahan stared blankly at Chen Yao, not expecting him to be so powerful.

"You worthless wretch."

Chen Yao took out a magic pill and placed it in the white deer's mouth. The white deer opened its mouth and swallowed it, then kept moving its mouth to express its gratitude.

He beckoned with his finger, and the silk net binding the white deer broke. The white deer stood up, rolled over, and shook off the grass clippings and arrows.

"Go ahead," Chen Yao said, pointing it in the right direction.

The white deer called softly, reluctantly heading towards the exit.

"Take me to the temple."

Those below dared not utter a single word of dissent.

The temple was located beneath that fiery light band, which resembled a cascading celestial river. This fiery light band was the source of light that Qindahan had mentioned, created by the divine deer mother and child.

Chen Yao stood beneath the fiery waterfall, squinting as the bright red light stung his eyes.

I don't know what the source of this fire waterfall is.

"The temple is directly below the source of light." People led the way here, and no one dared to go any further.

Chindahan explained, “The hunting has been disrupted, and the high priest will surely punish us.”

He had cut off his own hand, his face was pale, and if it weren't for Chen Yao's help, he probably would have died on the way.

Chen Yao then channeled several streams of spiritual energy into his body: "We are destined to meet. Whether you can achieve your goal depends on your comprehension."

After saying that, he strode into the light.

Once inside the firelight, visibility actually improved.

The so-called temple was not as magnificent as expected; it was just a stone house built from a few pieces of obsidian.

There were several women inside dressed in clothes made of bird and animal feathers.

One of them had a white coat and fur, and the feathers of birds and beasts were all fiery red. His expression was indifferent, unlike that of a human. He must be the so-called great wizard.

Chen Yao looked around the temple but did not see the so-called woman in red.

"Why did you disrupt the ceremony?" The fiery-colored old woman appeared frail, but her voice was surprisingly loud.

"It wouldn't be difficult to flatten your temple."

The other old women glared at them angrily.

Chen Yao coldly looked back at them: "Where are they?"

The fiery-haired old woman sneered, "Since you've come to ask for a favor, why are you still so arrogant?"

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Chen Yao sneered and released his divine sense.

The old women, who had been glaring angrily, all cried out and collapsed to the ground, clutching their heads.

The fiery-colored old woman's eyes bulged out, and she could still grit her teeth and hold on for a while, but the veins on her forehead became more and more prominent.

"This is God's territory, how dare you!"

The old woman roared angrily and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood floated in the air, quickly coalescing into a cloud of floating blood mist. The blood mist shifted and changed shape, gradually transforming into a scarlet yaksha head, which charged menacingly towards Chen Yao.

Chen Yao raised an eyebrow.

The yaksha's head shattered with a crash, turning back into a pool of pus and blood that spilled onto the ground.

Chen Yao stepped through the bloodstains toward the old woman in the fiery red dress. With each step, the old woman screamed and bled from all seven orifices.

They began to beg for mercy.

Blood oozed from the old woman's mouth and nose.

"I'll ask again, where are they?"

Chen Yao's voice was as powerful as thunder, echoing throughout the entire temple.

Whether God exists in this world is something no one can say for sure, but if He does exist, then perhaps no God's power is more oppressive than that of the young man before us.

The old women, enduring the pain, prostrated themselves to the sound of Chen Yao's footsteps, and no one dared to disobey him anymore.

Only the fiery-colored old woman sitting high up was still putting up a stubborn resistance.

Chen Yao stretched out her hand, spreading her five fingers.

The old woman, her face contorted in agony, stared blankly at Chen Yao's palm, its lines clearly visible. She saw Chen Yao suddenly clench his fist, and then her head was crushed by an invisible pressure.

Blood bloomed into a large flower in the air, splashing onto the ground; the pattern was more intricate than any divine miracle.

"God!"

An old woman was singing loudly.

"The great sorceress defied the gods, and the gods have punished her!"

Then an old woman began to sing.

Soon, in the empty hall filled with the stench of blood, the old women's aged and desolate songs rang out.

"Shut up," Chen Yao stopped them.

The old women all looked at him with a mixture of reverence and deepest fear.

Where is she?

The old women looked at each other, and one of them gave the others a wink before finally deciding to tell Chen Yao.

"We tried to keep her, but we couldn't."

The old woman sighed.

"Where did she go?" Chen Yao suspected they were lying, because along the way he hadn't sensed any cultivator's aura, except for that familiar aura he had sensed outside the cave.

The person shouldn't have left.

The old woman rose, stepped over the blood-stained steps, and came to the body of the fiery old woman. She pushed the body down and knelt before the obsidian wall behind it, which was painted with ancient murals.

“She entered the kingdom of God.”

Kingdom of Gods?

Chen Yao wanted to laugh; though small, it had all the essential organs.

He focused his consciousness on the mural, sensed it, and found nothing amiss. Without further delay, he rushed inside.

As his figure touched the mural, the obsidian wall, which should have been very hard, became as soft as gel, enveloping him.

Another spatial trick.

Chen Yao landed, his gaze sharpened, and the world around him had changed.

Birds sing and flowers bloom, towering peaks stand tall, and the lake is as smooth as a mirror.

Grasses spread across the lakeside, and willows sway gently in the breeze.

He stood in the willow grove.

Two deer cries rang out from mid-air. Chen Yao looked up and saw two giant white deer, one large and one small.

The white deer bowed to him in greeting, then galloped away across the lake.

A vast expanse of mist rose from the lake.

The scenery is truly beautiful, but where are my old friends?

Chen Yao ascended into the air on his sword, and heard the clanging sound of blacksmithing coming from the strange peaks in the lake.

He flew over at top speed, and before he even got close to the strange peaks and valleys, he was met with a barrage of chilling sword energy and demonic aura.

Chen Yao reached out and parted the dense web of sword energy and demonic aura, then descended on his sword.

Beside the stream in the valley, a bright red figure came into view.

It was Yun Jiang.

The person fighting Yun Jiang across the stream with a sword had a graceful figure, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and was dressed in pure white. She rose gracefully, and her face made Chen Yao pause slightly.

She is also Yun Jiang.

The two Yunjiang were fighting each other.

Chen Yao couldn't sense which one was real, and hesitated for a moment.

The red-clad Yun Jiang raised an eyebrow slightly, dodging the white-clad Yun Jiang's fatal sword strike. She casually unleashed a palm strike of demonic energy, glancing sideways at Chen Yao with a cold laugh: "Why not summon all the enemies? It'll save me the trouble of killing them one by one!"

Another wisp of demonic energy swept by, and Bai Yiyun flashed away, with a large swath of rocks tumbling down behind him like an avalanche.

The white-clad figures in crimson robes were engulfed by the dust and debris from the collapsed mountains.

The woman in red turned to Chen Yao.

"I'm here to see you..." Before Chen Yao could finish speaking, Yun Jiang in red raised her hand and struck him.

The demonic energy pressed down on him, making it hard for Chen Yao to breathe. He ascended into the air on his sword, conjuring a net of swords that slashed and cut.