After Qin Luo left the forbidden area, he saw Xiao Die and Xuan Qing drawing on the ground with tree branches, while Jiang Nanxi held a piece of emerald green bamboo branch, waving it with light and powerful movements.

A rosy glow illuminated Wushan Mountain. Qin Luo looked at Jiang Nanxi and asked, "How long have we been inside?"

"More than an hour."

Jiang Nanxi replied with a smile.

Jiang Li lowered his head and said respectfully, "Time slows down near the Pillars of Creation."

No wonder.

Qin Luo felt that a long time had passed.

Xuanqing stood up and blinked. "Big brother, how do you think my drawing is?"

The ground was painted with twigs by Xuanqing, more exquisite than the murals of the Wu tribe. It depicted a man with long, flowing hair and a woman with her hair coiled up, leading a chubby child.

Qin Luo smiled and said, "You drew us?"

Xuanqing shook his head and pointed to the painting on the ground, "This is my father, this is my mother, this is me."

Why do you look so much like us?

"I drew it based on your appearance."

Qin Luo and Hua Ying exchanged a smile. He patted Xuan Qing's head and nodded, saying, "It's very well drawn."

Xiaodie drew Qinghe Tower, and she drew it with the same care. She lowered her head and did not dare to ask Qin Luo.

"Xiaodie, your drawing is also very good."

Hearing Qin Luo's encouragement, Xiao Die smiled. Jiang Nanxi looked at them with some envy. She had relied on her older sister since she was a child and didn't even remember what her parents looked like.

Qin Luo and the others walked towards the Pantheon.

"Are there really so many gods inside?" Xuanqing blinked, her little face full of curiosity.

Jiang Nanxi nodded with a smile, her eyes filled with pride, and said in a clear voice, "Our Wu tribe believes that all things have spirits, so we worship thousands upon thousands of gods."

"Is there a Dragon God?"

"There are many deities associated with dragons."

Qin Luo arrived at the temple and saw the black cauldron. This black cauldron was similar to the one he had seen before, except that the patterns carved on it were different. This black cauldron was carved with nine suns, while the black cauldron in the Qingdi Temple was carved with trees, and the black cauldron in the Renhuang Temple was carved with mountains and rivers.

Hua Ying raised an eyebrow. "This black cauldron should be much heavier than the one in the Azure Emperor Temple. Why don't you give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Nanxi said crisply, "This cauldron is the supreme cauldron. It is said that even the Five Emperors could not move it."

"My elder brother is more powerful than the Five Emperors."

"Really?"

Jiang Nanxi knew that Qin Luo was very powerful, but there hadn't been a strongman like the Five Emperors for many years.

Qin Luo smiled calmly, "I'd better not try."

"I'll do it!"

Xuanqing opened his arms and embraced the tripod legs.

"ah!"

The black cauldron remained completely still.

"Brother Ding, Brother Ding..."

"Sister Ding, Sister Ding..."

"Thirty years east of the river..."

No matter how much Xuanqing pleaded, the black cauldron remained unmoved, which only amused Qin Luo and the others.

"They're gone."

Qin Luo urged with a smile.

"They're here!"

Xuan Qing let go of his hand.

Upon entering the temple, a rich aroma of incense wafts towards you. The temple is quite spacious, and even with a dense array of oil lamps, it cannot illuminate the entire Pantheon. Combined with the hazy smoke, the temple is rather dim.

Neatly arranged shrines line both sides of the temple, with three tiers at the top and three tiers at the bottom. Each shrine is surrounded by offerings and incense burners, and some shrines still have candles burning in front of them, while others are covered in a thick layer of dust.

"Isn't it supposed to be under unified management?"

"People have different beliefs."

Jiang Nanxi covered her mouth and muttered softly, "We don't know the names of these gods outside. They didn't have many followers to begin with, and as time went by, they were gradually forgotten until their incense offerings ceased."

Even with incense offerings, Qin Luo did not sense the presence of any deity in the shrine. The lingering smoke in the temple proved that much of the incense was not absorbed by the deity.

As Qin Luo ventured deeper into the Pantheon, he saw a row of broken statues. These statues were tall and imposing, some missing hands, some missing heads, and some cut in half at the waist. The eight gods in the very center had relatively intact bodies.

Jiang Nanxi looked at the enshrined statues in front of her with awe in her eyes and whispered, "These eight gods have the most followers in Wushan, among whom the God of Fire has the highest status."

The statue of the god of fire is enshrined in the very center. One half of his face is majestic and lifelike, while the other half is so blurred that it is no longer recognizable.

The Fire God Temple in Yuzhou City also enshrines the Fire God, but compared to the Fire God before him, it was insignificant. Qin Luo looked around, somewhat puzzled, "Don't you worship the Heavenly Dao?"

Jiang Nanxi covered her mouth and whispered, "The temple that worships the Heavenly Dao is on the mountaintop."

In the eyes of the Wu tribe, the Heavenly Dao is the supreme existence, and the gods are not worthy to be with the Heavenly Dao.

Qin Luo bowed respectfully to the statue of the God of Fire. He couldn't light incense, so he could only express his respect by bowing.

Click!

A cracking sound rang out.

Jiang Nanxi and Jiang Li stared wide-eyed, while Xuan Qing and Xiao Die were at a loss. Suddenly, half of the God of Fire's face fell off.

The burning half of the face fell in front of Qin Luo. Qin Luo reached out and grasped the mask. The flames dissipated, and half of the ancient mask appeared in his hand.

"It's the Vulcan Mask!"

Jiang Nanxi couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

“Even if it’s only half of the Vulcan Mask, it contains immense power. The stronger you are, the greater the boost the mask provides.” Jiang Li’s voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with shock.

While they were all admiring the Vulcan mask, Xuan Qing was already kowtowing to each of them, hoping to get the mask as well.

Hua Ying kicked him in the butt, and Xuan Qing clutched his buttocks with a pained expression.

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