As for her coming to Huayu Temple to take the test, it was estimated that no one would care at this time.

"Forget it, forget it. Maybe this is God's will. The Huayu Temple will eventually be destroyed in our hands." An Xiaxin said with a long sigh.

Beside him, Shen Yuhe's face no longer had the smile on it, and her eyes were dim.

"You go back. The Huayu Temple no longer recruits priests, nor does it have the ability to train new priests." An Xiaxin glanced at Mu Hanyan and said coldly.

She had a cold personality to begin with. She had just misunderstood Mu Hanyan as someone from Fengcheng Temple, and it was already very difficult for her to force a smile. Now that she knew Mu Hanyan's identity, there was of course no need to waste any more expression.

Mu Hanyan felt somewhat helpless. Although her heart sank to the bottom at the sight of the Huayu Temple's decline, she knew she had to become a priest if she wanted to cultivate the priest's divine arts and restore her strength. Did she have to go to another temple? However, as far as she knew, apart from the Huayu Temple, the nearest temple was thousands of miles away. Ye Yian was afraid that he could not withstand such a journey. Without his company, his identity might be discovered.

After An Xiaxin finished speaking, she didn't even look at Mu Hanyan again, turned around and walked towards the temple.

Chen Yuhe looked at Mu Hanyan sympathetically, shook her head, and turned away.

"Lord Sikong, you know the situation of our Huayu Temple. If you recruit priests at this time, aren't you harming others? Alas!" A priest who looked a little older sighed and said.

After saying that, he looked at Mu Hanyan hesitantly, and judging from his expression, he probably wanted to ask Miss Mu, do you have a grudge against Sikong Qinglan, why did he trick you like this?

Then, sweat suddenly appeared on Mu Hanyan's forehead again.

"Girl, you must have had a hard journey. My family has made some porridge. You can have some hot porridge and then go back." An old lady said to Mu Hanyan sympathetically.

Then, Miss Mu sweated even more profusely.

She could see that these people were not intending to exclude her, but the situation of the Huayu Temple was too bad and they could not afford to support anyone.

"Wait! She is a natural priestess of the gods." Sikong Qinglan said loudly.

"What?" Shen Yuhe was shocked and turned her head.

The young priests and people around were also surprised.

"She is a natural priestess of the gods. I have made up my mind that as long as she becomes the priestess of our Huayu Temple, she will be able to lead us out of the predicament." Sikong Qinglan said excitedly.

"Senior Brother Qinglan, is she, is she really a natural born priestess of the gods?" Shen Yuhe grabbed Sikong Qinglan's arm and asked excitedly.

"Yes, she originally went to Fengcheng Temple to participate in the priest assessment. However, because her clan had some disagreements with Fengcheng Temple's prayer priest Kang Qingyuan, she was made difficult by him in every way. Later, she accepted my invitation and came to Huayu Temple. I saw all this with my own eyes." Sikong Qinglan said quickly.

"He is a natural born priest of the gods. Now our Huayu Temple is saved." Chen Yuhe was overjoyed, but tears were glistening in her eyes.

The young priests and people around looked at Mu Hanyan with envy and longing. Hope rose again in their eyes that were once filled with despair.

"Let's go to the gathering formation right away!" Chen Yuhe pulled Mu Hanyan up again and walked quickly towards the central hall.

Although she did not doubt Sikong Qinglan's words, the necessary assessments still had to be conducted.

The other priests excitedly followed, and even the common people couldn't help but follow from a distance. With the Flower Rain Temple in such a dilapidated state, there weren't many priests and common people in the city combined, so they were considered to be sharing the hardships, so no one stopped them.

An Xiaxin frowned slightly, but still followed.

Arriving at the central hall, Chen Yuhe couldn't wait to perform hand gestures. Soon, a rainbow-like light emerged from Mu Hanyan's body, sometimes cold as ice, sometimes hot as fire, sometimes heavy as a mountain, sometimes gentle as water. The power of these completely different laws, like a prison, imprisoned Mu Hanyan.

Mu Hanyan looked at Chen Yuhe's baby-faced face with a hint of surprise. While this concentration formation was slightly different from the one in Fengcheng Temple, it was essentially the same. Back in Fengcheng Temple, it was the head priest, Chu Yanghe, who personally activated the formation. Wen Rongsong, Liang Gubai, and the other head priests didn't seem capable of this. Despite her youth, Chen Yuhe, judging by the white water patterns on her robes, possessed only the cultivation of an eighth-rank divine priest. Yet, she could activate this formation with ease.

It is worthy of being one of the oldest temples in the Continent of Gods. Even though it is so dilapidated, it still cannot be underestimated.

Mu Hanyan's heart, which had been completely cold, finally felt a little warm again.

Mu Hanyan was only focused on marveling at the thought. In addition, Chen Yuhe had no intention of calculating against her, so the various laws and powers in the formation did not bring her too much pressure at all. Therefore, she did not notice that Chen Yuhe had completed the hand seals and the formation had started to work.

"Brother Qinglan, is she really a natural-born priestess of the gods?" Seeing Mu Hanyan standing motionless in the formation, Shen Yuhe said with some doubt.

"Lord Sikong, you know you want to comfort us, but there's no need to make such a joke." The slightly older priest said somewhat displeased.

The people behind him didn't dare to say much, but they all looked at Mu Hanyan who was in the formation with disappointment on their faces.

"Hmph, Lord Sikong, do you think it's fun to tease us like this? Don't you know that the power of this formation is almost gone, and even maintaining the temple is very difficult? And you still don't know the importance of it!" An Xiaxin shouted harshly.

"No, no, listen to my explanation." After being scolded by An Xiaxin, Sikong Qinglan blushed again unconsciously.

"Forget it. I guess you were deceived, so I won't bother with you. As for her..." An Xiaxin thought for a moment, probably not wanting to embarrass Sikong Qinglan too much, so she said coldly, "Just blast her out of the temple."

Chen Yuhe looked at Sikong Qinglan helplessly and prepared to stop the formation.

"Wait, wait, sorry, I was distracted and didn't realize it had already started." Mu Hanyan said as she took a few steps forward and walked in front of Shen Yuhe.

There was complete silence all around, and everyone stared at Mu Hanyan in amazement.

Although the Flower Rain Temple had become increasingly dilapidated over the years and rarely recruited priests, even those who had never eaten pork had seen pigs run, and they knew how difficult it was to pass the test to become a priest. Let alone this kind of concentration formation specifically used to test natural-born divine priests, even ordinary concentration formations could trap a person and make it difficult to move. If one's aptitude and understanding were slightly lower, they would likely be seriously injured or even killed by the power of the law.