"Alas..."
Atop Fulong Pass, Jin Guang sighed heavily just one doorstep away from the great hall, silently shaking his head.
From night till dawn, Xuan Jun ultimately failed to grant his wish.
It didn't matter whether Song Yin lived or died, but if Song Yin lived, then the mortals here would certainly not be corrupted.
"So be it, a temporary measure. Rejoice if successful, no sorrow in failure, uh-huh."
Jin Guang held one hand behind his back, shaking his head and strutting about, perfectly composed.
If the mortals' spiritual sense were corrupted, he could break free from this realm and move at will. If their spiritual sense remained uncorrupted, he could still devise a way to get the stone into mortal hands for daily worship, gradually accumulating the power of the Faith Dao.
"I remember, during the time at Xumi Vein, the great hall's lineage was yours..."
