Temple of the God of War
Its location in the center of the martial arts cultivation area also signifies that the Martial God Temple is the center of all martial arts cultivation.
Shang Yanting arrived with the invitation and was greeted by a floating city in the sky that resembled a celestial palace, yet was even more magnificent and spectacular. There was a special formation here. They had flown over this place countless times before, but had never seen such a grand palace. They must have used a formation or other method to hide it.
This invitation is the ticket to enter the temple.
At the temple's main entrance, a huge statue appeared before Shang Yanting.
Tall and imposing, wielding a giant sword.
It was immediately obvious that it was a statue of the God of War.
At the feet of the statue, a group of martial arts practitioners dressed in white were prostrate on the ground. They devoutly worshipped the statue, chanting incantations.
These people are mostly martial artists with the lowest cultivation level of Martial King, and the majority are martial artists with the highest cultivation level of Martial Emperor.
They were still the ones kneeling on the outside.
Shang Yanting withdrew his gaze from them and continued walking forward with the divine attendant who had greeted him.
Inside the main hall sat a dozen or so martial artists dressed in red robes. These people were far stronger than those outside, all of them at the Martial Saint realm. As for the purple-robed cultivator at the very top, Shang Yanting couldn't even discern his strength using his spiritual power.
Martial Lord realm?
Shang Yanting silently weighed the pros and cons in his mind.
No wonder it's said that the Martial God Temple is the pinnacle of strength in the martial arts world; all the others in the martial arts world combined are no match for them.
"May the Heavenly Spirit endure forever, and may martial arts flourish ever more!"
Suddenly, a divine attendant spoke, and everyone stood up. They shouted, "We will serve our god forever, offering our souls and spirits!" and then all knelt before the statue.
Shang Yanting knelt down with them, but his heart remained unmoved.
Because he doesn't believe in the God of War, his goal is to become the new god!
"Are you Yan Qing?"
The purple-robed cultivator sat down again. He didn't know how long he had lived; just sitting there, he exuded an ancient aura.
"yes."
Shang Yanting replied.
"Would you be willing to return to the temple and serve my god for the rest of your life?"
The Temple of the God of War has come to extend an olive branch.
In order to maintain the temple, in addition to the elders, they will also select holy maidens and holy sons from various places in the martial arts cultivation area.
These people are all exceptionally talented and have received temple-related education from a young age. Generally speaking, these are the people who are the candidates to enter the temple.
But Shang Yanting was different; he was simply too dazzling.
In just a few decades, he directly reached the Martial Saint realm. He was so outstanding that even the Divine Temple was willing to make special exceptions for him.
"I believe that one cannot be in any particular place; as long as one has God in one's heart, that is the greatest respect and love for God," Shang Yanting refused without hesitation.
"But the Temple of the God of War is the closest place to my god."
How is distance measured?
Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting shook his head. "I believe the closest distance to the God of War is not the temple, but the heart. As long as you sincerely love and respect the God of War in your heart, anywhere can be a temple."
Unfortunately, he had no martial god in his heart at all.
Even in the temple, it is impossible to sense his will.
Shang Yanting refused very decisively.
Seeing this, the purple-robed martial artist abandoned his idea of making him a divine servant. After all, in their view, only those who voluntarily came to the temple were the purest and most innocent divine servants. Those who hadn't undergone the temple's baptism from childhood would always have all sorts of thoughts.
Xianlong Peak
Shang Yanting went to the Temple of the God of War alone, while everyone waited anxiously. The moment they saw Shang Yanting return, everyone's hearts finally settled.
"The dean is here!"
Niu Chuanchuan's loud voice echoed throughout Xianlong Peak, and everyone ran out to greet him.
They all felt that the sudden arrival of the people from the Martial God Temple was ill-intentioned. Unexpectedly, Junior Brother Yan (the Dean) returned so quickly, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were all curious about what Yan Qing had been summoned for.
"They asked me if I wanted to join the temple."
Shang Yanting looked at Jia Xitong, who had a curious expression, and then said.
After all, it's not a big deal, and nothing can't satisfy her curiosity.
Join the temple?
Becoming a monk?
Jia Xitong's stereotype equated joining the temple with converting to Buddhism, so she quickly asked, "You didn't agree, did you?"
"Yes, I didn't agree."
That's good.
She touched her heart; if Shang Yanting were to convert to Buddhism, she would be devastated.
"But you didn't agree, so did they just let you go so easily?"
Jia Xitong felt it was too easy. Wasn't there a backup plan of locking someone in a dark room and forcing a confession?
"Could there be a conspiracy involved?"
Jia Xitong's worries were not unfounded. At this moment, in a room of the Martial God Temple, a red-robed attendant was performing divination, and the person he was divining for was none other than Shang Yanting.
"A... unfilled divine position, a rising martial arts cultivator."
The blind martial artist placed his hand on the strange magical artifact in front of him, which resembled both a chessboard and a compass. His gray eyes stared blankly upwards, his face conveying shock. "An undevout believer is about to threaten the God of War!"
"No, it's all martial arts practitioners!"
The magical artifact began to tremble strangely, and the blind cultivator's expression became increasingly bizarre. His voice became incoherent, and he began to convulse due to agitation.
"Martial arts cultivator? No, demonic cultivator!"
"Destruction, slaughter."
"He wants to become a god. He will kill all of us cultivators and destroy everything in the world!"
The blind monk's expression became increasingly distorted, and a sudden gust of wind swept through the room, overturning his magical artifact and shattering it from the bottom.
"The blind old man!"
The white-robed attendant rushed forward to help the blind cultivator who was falling backward. Before he could ask what had happened, the blind cultivator grabbed his arm tightly. "Quickly tell the main hall to kill that cultivator! You must kill that cultivator!"
They let a killing god, a demon, and a person who would destroy the world go free!
Upon hearing this news, all the red-robed attendants of the Martial God Temple gathered again. They suppressed the news for the time being and discussed it at length within the temple.
At this moment, in the original world
Shang Yanting was sitting on the chariot, looking at the Martial God Temple in the sky, which had been almost completely destroyed.
Inside the temple, the enormous statue of the God of War was toppled, and all the white-robed attendants were killed. Kneeling before him was the blind red-robed attendant, whose five fingers, originally Shang Yanting's, were clawed tightly against the top of his head.
Slaughter,
destroy,
destroy.
He passed everything on to another world through this blind old man.
To control the Temple of the God of War and impersonate the God of War's will.
In the original story, Shang Yanting looked at the blood-soaked temple in front of him and was in a very good mood, with a smile on his face after the carnage.
Let's be enemies with the whole world.
Enjoy the darkness, and may that person live to see his arrival.
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