After setting Shen Zhui up in a residence behind the City God Temple, Wang Long left.
"Using divine power to kill an Innate warrior, ancestral halls, the true form of the Yin God, destroying the clan and abandoning the temple...This small Heyuan County has too many secrets."
Shen Zhui shook his head, no longer dwelling on it.
As the saying goes, 'Since it has come to pass, let it be.'
It's useless to think too much without enough power. If he had the strength, he wouldn't have to worry about these things at all.
"Let's see what's so magical about this book first. If I can successfully use the power of the temple, I can slice through the Innate, thus obtaining the power to protect myself."
Propping open the window, allowing sunlight to filter in, Shen Zhui lights up an incense stick, washes his hands, and places the book on the table.
Strangely enough, the book that even Shen Zhui finds hard to lift, doesn't cause a single tremor when placed on this ancient table.