"Reporting to the Great God, the twelve divine servants have been brought here to listen to the oracle."
In Qingshan Temple, Tushan Cangyue and the twelve divine servants, led by Tushan Mang, kneeled and kowtowed sincerely.
Whoosh!
As her voice fell, the ancient and majestic statue suddenly bloomed with a dazzling divine light, illuminating the entire temple.
Immediately after, a great phantom gradually appeared. He released a monstrous divine might that was so heavy that everyone present could not breathe.
"Well done. Since you are the twelve strongest people in the Qingshan tribe, from today onwards, you will be my servants and the guardians of the temple. Tushan Cangyue, register their names and record them in the Divine Records. From now on, anyone who is recognized by the Qingshan Temple must be recorded in the Divine Records and offer a wisp of soul for other purposes."
A dignified and indifferent voice slowly sounded.
