"God of Immortals and Ghosts, spare my life, spare my life! I can give you anything you need, just leave me alive..." Pu Shiming was so scared that his legs went weak, and he knelt on the ground, as if he had offended the gods within the temple.
In the folklore, it was said that the Immortal Ghost was the deity of the earth, the harbinger of good weather and harvests, the embodiment of an Immortal God who protected people from natural disasters. The Purple Sect Clan must have committed some heinous crime that incurred the wrath of the gods.
Being a member of the Purple Sect Clan, Pu Shiming had naturally heard of this legend.
Initially, he scoffed at it, believing it was just the trickery of some ancient cunning beings posing as gods. But now, subdued by the powerful being in front of him, Pu Shiming was no different from the so-called ignorant masses, ceaselessly bowing down, hoping to grasp a sliver of hope for survival.
