And while he was making continuous efforts, a strange fragrance wafted into his nostrils.
This was a scent that didn't exist in the mortal world, perceivable only to immortals who had attained Dao, known as "incense."
Accompanied by this fragrance, a slight amount of faith power, insignificant to Dong Wanggong, entered his body, bringing him slowly back from his memories to reality.
"Is someone offering a sacrifice to me?"
Dong Wanggong found it somewhat strange.
Although he was a distinguished immortal of the highest order, as a man who usually didn't concern himself with anything else besides matters related to him and Queen Mother of the West, he had little presence in folk mythology. His notoriety wasn't very high, and thus his incense offering had never been particularly abundant. Eventually, almost no one was offering him sacrifices anymore.
