The appearance of the mud sculpture grew unfamiliar, transforming from an ordinary devotee into a cultivator.
All the strange phenomena in the temple stemmed from Penglai Old Taoist. This was likely his reminiscence of the Sub-Device Sect, overflowing with reverence for the Human Pig.
Li Mo stood at the center of the arena, with Penglai Old Taoist's muddled chanting echoing in his ears, seemingly praising the Sub-Device Sect.
The sculpture hung mid-air, terror etched on its face, like livestock awaiting slaughter.
Li Mo remained calm and composed; if worst came to worst, he could leave the secret realm anytime. However, he couldn't help but harbor some wariness toward the actions of Penglai Old Taoist.
He suspected that this Gold-eating Worm's grotesque and unrecognizable state was due to being possessed by Penglai Old Taoist.
The red ropes rubbed against each other, and a sculpture descended slowly toward the ground.
