Chapter 880: Chapter 513: The Great Wilderness Stele_2
“However, I feel there is something I must make clear to you, Master, because these plants told me not only Little White’s whereabouts but also something else.”
Logan halted his steps, listening patiently.
“What else did they tell you? Is there danger on this mountain?”
“Danger might not be the right word, but they told me that at the top of this mountain, there is a Peach Blossom Tree that never withers nor bears fruit, maintaining its bloom throughout all seasons. Because of this, a temple has been built up there to worship the Divine Spirit of this place.”
After hearing this, Logan appeared contemplative, then continued to inquire.
“So, are you saying there really is a Divine Spirit on this mountain?”
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In this world, Logan deeply believed in the existence of Deities, but he thought that most humans and demons had yet to reach that supreme realm. As for himself, although he longed to witness the true face of Deity, he had never had the fortune to see one.
“I cannot be certain, but I’ve heard that a very powerful entity resides on this mountain, warning us to ascend with utmost caution, lest there be no return.”
Little Flower had no doubt about Logan’s strength, after all, he was her Master, the one who had led her out of the Secret Land to embark on the path of cultivation. However, since the other plants with awakened Spiritual Intelligence had also mentioned a mysterious and powerful existence on the mountain, they ought to proceed with care.
“Alright, I will surely heed your advice and will be cautious on this trip.”
Logan, accompanied by Little Flower, continued to climb—the winding steps came to an abrupt halt midway up the mountain, for beyond that was the solemn territory of the temple.
The bell of the temple resonated, deep and reaching, as if coming from Above the Nine Heavens. Merely listening to those bells could clarify one’s mind, dispelling all stray thoughts. Logan paused at the entrance of the temple, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
“Little Flower, do you sense a powerful presence here?”
Little Flower remained silent on Logan’s wrist for a moment, then answered in a low and cautious voice. Logan could tell that she deliberately lowered her volume.
“There indeed is a powerful presence on this mountain, but I cannot determine if it is a Deity. I can, however, affirm that it belongs to the Demon Race.”
Just as Logan was about to proceed further with Little Flower, she suddenly stopped him.
“Wait! Master, I think I should not remain on your wrist. Entering like this, we might disturb the Peach Blossom Demon. I will wait quietly in the space, and you can summon me if needed.”
Without waiting for Logan’s response, Little Flower transformed into a beam of light and quickly disappeared into Logan’s Space Ring.
Logan was very puzzled by Little Flower’s unusual behavior. Ordinarily, wherever he went, Little Flower always could not wait to explore the vast world with him. Yet, when it came to the Peach Blossom Demon, Little Flower showed such decisiveness and determination, as if she harbored some unspeakable fear or taboo towards the creature.
Logan suppressed the doubts and unease in his heart and stepped into the temple. As soon as he entered, he felt an unusual aura permeating the air, a mysterious and solemn sense that was hard to describe.
A monk with a shaven head stood at the entrance, bowing respectfully with a benign smile upon seeing Logan.
“May I know what brings you to our temple, sir?”
“The Spirit here is very efficacious, and people often get what they wish for.”
Logan was slightly taken aback; he had not expected this temple to have such a miraculous legend. However, he also knew that making a wish was not a simple matter, often requiring a corresponding price. He harbored some doubts about whether this so-called Spirit was a True God or some sort of demon.
“I had not heard of such a wondrous temple in this place.” Logan responded indifferently, his gaze sweeping over the temple’s interior, seeking more information.
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“I am here looking for someone.”
The monk cheerfully offered to guide Logan.
“Very well, let me take you inside the temple to seek the Divine Spirit. If your heart is sincere enough, and you are willing to pay a little price, the Divine Spirit will surely grant your wish.”
Logan listened to the monk’s words, keenly capturing the hints of implication, but he skillfully concealed his awareness, maintaining a relaxed and amiable smile as if he truly misunderstood.
“Of course, I will naturally contribute my share to the incense money.” He spoke with ease, his tone revealing a casual generosity.
The seemingly harmless smile on the monk’s face was, in fact, unfathomable, as mysterious as fog and elusive. Yet, Logan could detect a hint of coldness and detachment behind that smile’s subtle changes.
Following the monk, Logan entered the glittering temple. The interior was serene and solemn, with many monks busily tending to their duties—sweeping, polishing Buddha statues—each performing their role meticulously, keeping the temple immaculate.
In the center of the temple, there was a statue of a deity, a woman with a breathtakingly beautiful visage. Her countenance seemed to have been refined by time, yet it retained a freshness and otherworldly beauty, as if she could rival the true Deities. As Logan observed this statue, a sense of reverence rose within him.
Yet, with the experience of having met many cultivators, demons, and spirits, he could easily discern a trace of demonic aura from her features.