They knelt and bowed toward the sky, utterly devout, each bow splitting their foreheads, blood splattering everywhere.
Li Chengfeng followed suit, but he knew the "truth." He muttered to himself, "The High Priest actually has the power to manifest divine miracles. Why wasn't this mentioned in yesterday's script?"
When the Puppet Taoist was also swallowed by dark clouds,
A loud, resounding heartbeat echoed forth.
"Boom!"
The sound not only caused the scholars and divine officials in the Bone Elder Temple to feel their hearts tremble.
Even Zhou Xuan's heart fluttered with unease.
Yun Ziliang sprinted toward the painting hanging on the alley wall: "You originally forged a fake god, but ended up creating a real one!"
"Boom!"
The second heartbeat reverberated once more.
This time, the sound didn't originate from the Bone Elder Temple but seemed to rise from the depths of the entire Mingjiang Prefecture, trembling and resonating outward.
