Wu Shattered Star River

Jiang Han sensed it for a moment and discovered that his immortal power was faintly tinged with gold, though it was very subtle.

“Did this golden nectar merge with my immortal power? Has the power of my immortal force increased?”

Jiang Han was inwardly surprised. It wasn't a good place to test it, and… he was a pseudo-immortal with very little immortal power.

Even if the golden nectar increased the power of his immortal power by two or three times, even ten times wouldn't make much of a difference.

Because this little bit of immortal power would be used up easily, and he didn't understand any powerful immortal techniques, so having powerful immortal power was of little use.

He was a little disappointed in his heart, but after thinking about it, he didn't care about the immortal power anymore and focused his soul on the River of the Underworld flower.

If the River of the Underworld flower only absorbed some external energy and condensed some special energy, then this River of the Underworld flower wouldn't have such a great reputation.

The Heavenly Beast Cauldron has this function. If he didn't put away the Heavenly Beast Cauldron, he was afraid that even the Shiva River would be dried up now, all absorbed by the Heavenly Beast Cauldron, and then converted into a lot of energy.

In addition, the golden nectar has already been extracted by him, so the River of the Underworld flower should continue to operate and continue to absorb the water in the Shiva River, right?

But the River of the Underworld flower didn't absorb it, so he was a little surprised.

He covered the River of the Underworld flower with his soul power to sense the situation inside the flower.

“Huh?”

When his soul power entered the core of the River of the Underworld flower, a strange thing happened—Jiang Han felt a sway, and his soul power seemed to have entered the interior of the River of the Underworld flower?

His soul power came to a small space, this space was very small, only about ten feet in diameter, and outside the space was a white, pasty substance, somewhat similar to the Chaos Sea, wrapping the entire space.

The space was empty, only some transparent small bubbles continuously penetrated in from outside the white paste.

These small bubbles gathered together and continuously condensed in the space, turning into a small ball of golden mist, which was very thin.

“Is this golden mist the golden nectar?”

Jiang Han's heart trembled violently. Was the River of the Underworld flower continuously producing golden nectar?

But the River of the Underworld flower didn't absorb the river water outside anymore? What were these countless white small bubbles? Where did the energy come from?

A series of big question marks appeared in Jiang Han's mind. He sensed the small ball of golden mist in the space and felt that it was somewhat similar to the golden nectar, perhaps it hadn't fully formed yet?

He thought for a while and controlled his soul power to sense those transparent small bubbles. When his soul power was immersed in a white transparent small bubble, something that shocked him happened again!

He actually saw a scene!

He saw an old human kneeling on the ground in a house, worshiping a statue on the cabinet in front of him, muttering words, meaning he hoped to be protected and blessed.

That's not the point!

The point is that the statue on the cabinet was exactly the same as him!

“What the hell?”

Jiang Han was so frightened that his body trembled violently. He hurriedly withdrew his soul power and suddenly opened his eyes. He thought he had fallen asleep and was just dreaming!

After confirming that he was in the Shiva River and that he wasn't dreaming, Jiang Han blinked his eyes and closed his eyes again to sense the River of the Underworld flower.

Just like before, when his soul power immersed in the core of the River of the Underworld flower, his soul power entered that pasty small space again.

He saw that small ball of golden mist again, and also saw countless small bubbles penetrating in from outside the paste, and finally merging into the golden air sea and disappearing.

He chose a small bubble again and immersed his soul power in it. As a result, he saw another scene—this time the person was different. This time it was an old woman, kneeling with a pious face, kowtowing and worshiping a statue, also muttering words.

This statue was still in his likeness!

Jiang Han was dumbfounded. He controlled his soul power to come out of the bubble and went to another bubble. Inside, he saw another scene, with a different person, still worshiping his statue.

“Something's wrong!”

After exploring hundreds of bubbles in a row, Jiang Han saw hundreds of scenes, each time with different people, all human, old and young, male and female.

Moreover, the statues were not all the same. Some were cast in gold, some were carved from jade or wood, and some were even made of mud and not very well carved.

Some statues had names on them, many of which were written differently.

For example, some statues were inscribed with "Great Compassionate and Holy God, Emperor Jiang," and some were inscribed with four characters, "God of the Human Race."

Some even wrote "God Jiang," and others wrote "Brave, Benevolent, Selfless, Savior, Invincible Supreme God, Holy Jiang."

Fortunately, no one wrote "Old Master Jiang," otherwise Jiang Han would have thought he was dead and engraved on a spirit tablet…

“Hallucinations?”

Jiang Han's heart was filled with stormy waves. How could so many people worship him? Even if someone worshiped him, why could he see the scenes? What was going on?

“Could these… be mortals from the lower realm?”

Jiang Han suddenly thought of a question. If many people were worshiping him, it must be in the lower realm.

He had supreme prestige in the lower realm, especially among the human race. He was the savior of the human race, the Emperor of the Human Race in the lower realm. His story was widely spread.

It was understandable that those mortals in the lower realm would worship him on their own.

He came to the upper realm, and this matter was probably quietly spread. In the eyes of those mortals, he had ascended to become an immortal or a god.

It was easy to understand that mortals worshiped gods, hoping to be protected.

But…

Why would the scenes of them worshiping turn into small bubbles pouring into the River of the Underworld flower? And he could see it?

Jiang Han was a little mentally confused.

He pondered for a moment and withdrew his soul power. He opened his eyes and looked at the light blue Shiva River.

He had a feeling that he couldn't distinguish between dream and reality, and he was a little dazed.

“咻!”

He shot out of the water and landed on the shore. Xuanji immediately stood up and bowed to Jiang Han, “Master.”

“Come walk with me!”

Jiang Han waved his hand casually and led Xuanji towards the small mountain next to him.

“咻!”

A Shiva clan Venerable level expert flew out of the stone cave and cupped his hands, “Young Master Jiang, are you not cultivating anymore?”

“No!”

Jiang Han waved his hand and said, “I'm hungry, I'm going to eat something and relax. I'll come back later.”

After speaking, Jiang Han led Xuanji out of the blue light-covered area and entered the small mountain next to him.

The Shiva clan Venerable level expert touched his head and said in surprise, “He's already at this level, and he can still be hungry? Is his mouth hungry? Or is it his lower body hungry? Does he want to eat meat or steamed buns?”

On the other side, Jiang Han, mentally dazed, led Xuanji into a nearby small mountain. He wandered around casually, but the scenes inside the River of the Underworld flower were still flashing in his mind.

After thinking for a while without getting any results, Jiang Han and Xuanji unknowingly climbed over several small mountains. A beast appeared in front of them, a Venerable level beast, roaring towards them when it saw them.

Jiang Han killed the beast with one punch. He thought for a while and took out a knife to cut off a large piece of meat, and walked towards the Shiva River.

Arriving at a small mountain near the Shiva River, he found a cave, took out a fire starter, and actually started roasting meat.

“Sin, sin, Amitabha…”

Xuanji next to him closed her eyes, chanting the Buddha's name silently, not daring to look.

Jiang Han quickly roasted the meat, took a few bites, and threw a piece to Xuanji, saying, “Eat it, it tastes pretty good.”

Xuanji's delicate body trembled, her face changed slightly, and she waved her hands repeatedly, “Master, Buddhist monks cannot eat meat, it is equivalent to killing.”

“Huh?”

Jiang Han raised his eyebrows and looked at Xuanji, “Are you disobedient again? Do you believe that Master will punish you?”

“Punish?”

Xuanji's mind immediately flashed back to her naked appearance in the void before. Her pretty face immediately turned pale, and she said with a trembling voice, “Master, can you not force your servant? This servant really doesn't want to violate the precepts.”