The temple was full of densely packed buildings, and incense smoke lingered in the air.

The people of the mundane world burned incense, worshiped, and prayed for peace and safety.

Su Yi and his companions restrained their auras and mixed into the crowd. They didn’t attract much attention.

Before long, they reached the gates of the main hall.

There was a ninety-foot statue of a god standing at the center of the room.

The statue was of a slender, elegant woman, but below the waist, she had the body of a coiled serpent. Her arms were crossed, and she carried a lotus-shaped lantern.

Two acolytes clad in gray were currently refilling the lamp oil.

The devotees stood in line, and when they got the chance to enter the palace, they lit incense, bowed, and prayed, their expressions pious as solemn as they chanted.

Indeed, it’s just as I thought. When Su Yi saw the statue, he immediately confirmed his guess. The goddess statue indeed depicted a descendant of the Ghost Serpent Clan.

The Ghost Serpents were one of the Netherworld’s Nine Royal Clans. Yin souls and vicious ghosts saw them as the Envoys of the Lamp,...