Chapter 88: Tang Xian's 7th Day

Sacred Mountain, the fifth and sixth days.

No one yet knew of God's disappearance, for the divine being was known to vanish and reappear at times. Tang Xian still dealt with the putrid flesh presented as offerings to the disappeared God, tossing all of it down the base of the Sacred Mountain.

He knew, in fact, that this act held little meaning.

But seeing things through had become habit, and if not for the lack of time, he would've even conned a long-eared ancient ape and cultivated it into an inside man.

Perhaps even a group of insiders. To keep the Sacred Mountain constantly in an atmosphere where a mole has halted all trades.

The vision was pleasant.

Yet all Tang Xian could do now was read.

Over five days, he had perused all the books he could find.