I am a living immortal.

Chapter 566 Seeking Support

This evil spirit is very powerful.

Even more bizarre and powerful than imagined.

"Who are you?" The Demon Slayer had originally suspected that this evil spirit had simply devoured the deity born from the deity's consecration within the statue, thus becoming so powerful. However, this now seemed to be a different story. The weapon wielded by this evil spirit was identical to the statue's, and while its moves were a bit more bizarre, the power of faith within it remained pure and unpretentious.

This is even more weird, both weirdness and purity are embodied in it.

Upon hearing the question, the evil spirit laughed heartily. "I am who I am, who else could it be? All living things are greedy, but we must know that too much is as bad as too little. Strong desires can only give rise to pure gods. Endless demands can also attract evil spirits. This is nothing but self-inflicted trouble. This is a foolish farce."

The people in the Demon Slayer Division understood at this moment that the evil spirit before them was not an outsider, but had been corrupted by powerful desires that exceeded its own ability to bear and had fallen...

“It’s that blessing!!!”

The Demon Slayers understood. During that blessing, too many people hoped these water gods would purify the Chengde River. However, the truth was, they were merely minor deities born from the faith of villages and towns, and they couldn't hold a candle to the resentment carried by the Chengde River. The consequences of trying to pierce a rock with an egg were self-evident.

The gods were urged by the prayers of all living beings to forcibly accommodate the souls of the unjustly died in the Chengde River. The only outcome was that they would be influenced by these unjustly died souls in turn.

Rivers of blood, corpses wandering in the water, strange gods, and believers who turned into zombies because of their faith in the gods - all of a sudden, everything was connected. And from the beginning, it was the greed of the people that caused this situation, the greed of human beings who wanted to create all this by the simplest means.

If no one wants to take responsibility, then let the illusory gods take responsibility. This is just an excuse for one's own laziness.

What did people pay for? Useless and less-than-pure faith.

These gods, born from prayers, were driven and infected, and ultimately returned with even worse consequences.

After figuring out all this, the Demon Slayer looked at the evil spirit with a look of pity. However, this pity directly angered the evil spirit.

“No need for your pity!!”

With a wave of his hand, the blood river began to churn, and he repeated his old trick. Bloated corpses clung to him, attempting to send the demon slayers into the endless darkness. They were so dense that they almost swallowed them all in the next moment.

When the river calmed down again, the evil spirit frowned - he's still alive even after this?!

Of course he wasn't dead. If the Demon Slayer dared to be so reckless, he must have been thoroughly prepared.

With a loud "boom!", a large hole exploded in the blood river, sending broken limbs flying everywhere. A token carrying several people turned into golden light and flew out.

"We've been thoroughly prepared this time. We'll meet again next time," the Demon Slayer said. The golden light of the token shredded the strange space and departed. Behind them, a malicious and angry roar echoed.

The temple keeper stood in the main hall, deep in thought.

Just now, those people from the Demon Slayer Division entered the hall and vanished with a swish. He counted on his fingers and found that they had not left and were still in the hall. This... was really wrong.

This was the temple keeper’s first thought.

The second thought is what to do.

Then he took out the magical weapon he had carried with him for years but hadn't used in a long time, ready to save the Demon Slayer Division from the dire situation - what else could he do? Kill them to silence them? You know, the Demon Slayer Division wasn't a loose organization like theirs, and no one would stand up for them if they were bullied.

If these few people were trapped here today, more people would come tomorrow and raze this place to the ground. He could only lament his bad luck. He had finally landed a good job, but now he had caused such a disaster. It could be said that he hadn't deserved it.

Just as he was thinking this, before the temple keeper could make any gestures, the whole hall shook violently and dust fell down.

“What’s going on?!”

He glanced over and saw that the originally compassionate statue had now changed into an angry expression. He also vaguely heard angry roars in his ears. It was really weird.

There's a real problem here. Thinking that I've managed to stay in such a strange place for over a month without any harm, I'm truly blessed by my ancestors.

Then, a golden light flashed before his eyes, and several figures appeared in the hall again. Before the temple keeper could ask, the leader shouted, "Go!"

An arm grabbed the confused temple keeper and ran out.

A few steps and they were out of the Temple of the Hundred Gods. The moment they stepped out, the gate slammed shut with a resounding bang. The entire temple shook, as if it were about to explode. Fortunately, because the Demon Slayers were coming, there were no other pilgrims in the temple.

“This… this is?”

Several people stood outside the Temple of the Hundred Gods.

The temple keeper finally saw the faces of the Demon Slayers—they looked utterly miserable. Half of one of them had lost his cold iron ghost mask, his clothes were tattered, and the red lines on his exposed arms still lingered. He looked horrifying.

Hearing the temple keeper's question, the Demon Slayer looked at the temple that had fallen into madness and said, "It's obvious that the gods in the temple have long since degenerated into evil spirits. We can't deal with them alone. We need to seek support."

"How many...are they?" The temple keeper immediately grasped the key point.

The demon slayer looked at the temple keeper and said, "Everyone!"

However, the leader of the Demon Slayer Division threw out a handful of ginger-colored talismans, which automatically flew to the front of the temple and were attached to all the doors and windows that allowed exits.

"These talismans won't last long. I'm going to find help."

"Then I and this temple keeper will stay and watch to prevent any accidents." The people from the Demon Slayer Division split into two teams, one team stayed behind, and the other team went to find help. This place is not something that can be solved by one or two people.

The temple, where the talisman paper was pasted, was no longer as noisy as before, but it was still in a state of turmoil. The temple keeper finally regained some of his composure and said, "I'll help too."

As he spoke, the temple keeper bit his fingertip and smeared the blood onto the peach wood sword. The sword emitted a faint red glow. The next moment, the temple keeper took the Tiangang Step, and within a few steps, a formation formed under his feet. The temple keeper threw the peach wood sword in his hand, and it flew above the temple. Then, he pointed his finger downward, and a golden formation pressed down on the temple.

The originally barely visible vibrations completely disappeared.

The temple keeper was still quite excited, his skills not having faded much. Such an opponent was rare, and it brought back the passion he had felt when he first started out. However, it was also through this participation that he realized just how powerful the temple's presence was.