Inside the Kitchen God's Temple, it was deathly quiet, a stark contrast to the tumultuous storms raging outside.
Jiang Yi had easily refined that wisp of flame and was then guided inside.
The two figures who had entered before him—the Heavenly Star Life and the Flowing Spring Life—were already standing in the great hall.
'The Kitchen God…'
Jiang Yi's gaze swept over the double-eaved, hip-and-gable roof covered in yellow glazed tiles. Golden flames, as large as millstones, seemed tangible as they billowed and slowly dripped down.
DRIP. DRIP. They landed on the ground, sending up long, thin wisps of smoke.
He had long heard that the Immortal Dao often enfeoffed orthodox gods, having the countless denizens of the Dongsheng Continent worship their Divine Positions, so that True Monarchs could create incarnations to walk the Yanfu Vast Land.
This Kitchen God's Temple must have come about in this way.
