Shennong Dao Master

Slaying the Eight-Armed Yasha had a very effective deterrent effect.

Zhao Xing, holding its head, passed through a dozen temples, and no one dared to stop him.

However, there were cries for help.

As Zhao Xing passed by a temple named 'Bright Mountain Monarch Temple', he suddenly heard a faint cry for help:

"Save, save me."

A fifth-rank priest, with half of his body, lay on the threshold of the temple.

His face was ferocious, his forehead bore tiger stripes, his cheeks were cracked open, and fur had grown on his body.

Zhao Xing glanced at him; the back half of his body had disappeared, swallowed by a black crack.

The crack resembled a tiger's mouth, with fangs, devouring the divine glow from his body.

If not for the strong vitality of the Pure Essence of Fifth Grade, having only half of his body, he would surely be dead.

"This is the Exotic Beast Yin God of the Mountain Lord Temple." Zhao Xing glanced inside the hall and found that the shrine held an idol of a tiger-headed human-bodied Yin God, who wielded a long spear and appeared fierce.

Most divine statues were like this, looking ferocious; clearly a tiger head, yet seemingly wearing a smoky makeup, making it appear bizarre.

"How should I save you?"

"All the halls of the Tianhe Temple have been sealed, and the divine thoughts have become wildly chaotic." The man's face showed a painful expression. It seemed he had expended so much that even his hair had fallen out.

"Please, please give me a drop of your essence blood, to suppress the evil thoughts."

"Not lending."

Zhao Xing turned and walked away.

"Temples like these, ordinary people practically never come to worship, incense and faith are entirely provided by the priests of Great Zhou."

"Why would the Bright Mountain Lord kill its few believers?"

"Isn't this cutting off its own life path?"

Without incense, forgotten, the Yin God would die completely, falling directly to the level of 'Yi', which is to nothingness.

Clearly, this scene was unreasonable, Zhao Xing sneered and continued walking forward.

"He didn't fall for it." After Zhao Xing left, the man with half a body suddenly lost the painful expression on his face and became calm.

"Your acting is too poor, he didn't fall for it." Behind the man, a voice emerged, and at the same time, a tiger-headed human-bodied illusion appeared.

"It's quite normal." The bald fifth-rank priest laughed, "Can't distinguish between right and wrong, being cautious is naturally the first priority."

"Can you read his mind, what's his background?"

"Can't read it, all his thoughts are locked." The bald priest shook his head, "This fourth-rank official is an expert, unless he comes in, reaches my home ground, then there's hope for victory, he did kill the Eight-Armed Yasha after all."

"The Eight-Armed Yasha finally escaped and died just like that." The tiger-headed Yin God sighed slightly, "I really don't know how it died."

No one saw the scene of the battle between Zhao Xing and the Eight-Armed Yasha.

Because of Wu Xuan Ying and Zhu Qingyou, as well as the Deities of the Yin Realm, many temples were sealed, and most Yin Gods and priests couldn't get out.

Not only couldn't they get out, but the range visible was also very small.

About fifty meters outside the temple, there was a mist.

"What a pity..."

...

Zhao Xing continued walking forward.

Soon he heard more cries for help.

"Sir, save me."

"Young brother, please stop, lend a hand."

"Quickly give me a drop of blood, once freed you will have done a great deed!"

"Fellow, don't leave..."

Besides the humans, there were also whispers from Yin Gods enticing Zhao Xing:

"Come quickly, as long as you believe in this god, let this god enter your body, you can have the strength of a third-rank!"

"Sacrifice me with blood, an instant ascent to the heavens!"

"No medium needed, no incense required, just believe in me and chant me, you can borrow my power, and the hidden dragon will soar to the heavens!"

"I beg you, no one remembers me anymore, I'm about to dissipate. If you rescue me, I'll let you command me at will..."

"Mortal, stop! You are cursed, only I, the Immortal Lord, can save you, otherwise within three days you will encounter a disaster of bloodshed..."

"..."

Countless whispers from Yin Gods reached Zhao Xing's ears.

However, most of them couldn't come out, only enticing Zhao Xing to go inside first.

They might be able to cast spells, affecting the outside for dozens of meters, yet when they saw the head of the Eight-Armed Yasha, they all abandoned the thought.

The Eight-Armed Yasha was a powerful Yin God able to escape confinement, and it was slain; clearly, this person before them was not to be trifled with.

Zhao Xing also inferred a lot of information from these whispers.

"There's been a great upheaval in the two palaces of the Yin Realm, many sealed palaces have been opened, and a lot of Yin Gods have lowered their status, even willingly allowing people to command them without cost."

"Among them, there are even beings stronger than the Eight-Armed Yasha."

"Because they are about to dissipate, if they don't have incense and belief to sustain them, they will become completely nothing." Zhao Xing mused.

In the course of history, how many Yin Gods have been left behind?

Even if ninety-nine percent have perished, the remaining accumulating is a terrifying number.

During the Grand Ancestor's time for the peace of the world, these types of Yin Gods were not eradicated, but gradually boiled to extinction.

Of course, there were also some tenacious Yin Gods, as long as there was one person who thought of them, worshipped them, they wouldn't die.

They could only limit their activity area, to demonstrate the benevolence of Great Zhou, giving them a minor deity title, sealing them in a Yin Palace, arranging a small group of priests to monitor.

This keeps them alive but not letting them descend to the mortal realm.

As time passes, the rest of the believers cannot access the god's power, gradually losing faith, slowly, such Yin Gods can only rely on the official priests of Great Zhou to survive.

"There were too many Yin Gods, during the Grand Ancestor's time grand bestowals were made, by the time of Emperor Wen, although the number decreased, its birth rate was far faster than its extinction."