Especially those related to the water system, it’s even more complex. A place’s deities might have several of them.

If we simply refer to the Water God, then even those enshrined Water Gods could be counted in.

Except for the Huai River, no water system has only one Water God or one monarch.

Grandma explained to Wen Yan, seeing that this seemed like his first time learning about this, she patted Wen Yan’s hand earnestly.

"Read more books, learn more things."

"Alright." Wen Yan responded obediently, knowing that he needed to quickly catch up on some knowledge and let it sink deeply into his mind.

He didn’t have the heart to say that he previously thought those Precious Decrees were a bit too long.

Now he roughly understood why those Taoists have longer preparations; the longer the preparation, the more powerful the practice, because preparation represents precision.

Just like Immortal Zhang, there are many titles and Precious Decrees associated, each focusing on different things.

If the Wudang Sect Leader aims for precision in practice and releases a certain power, the greater the power, the less room for error.

Luckily, he didn’t ask this openly before, just internally felt a bit puzzled.

Grandma talked with Wen Yan for a while, repeatedly reminding him to be safe.

After half an hour, Wen Yan opened his eyes in bed, and the silly dog was sleeping soundly nearby.

Seemingly sensing Wen Yan awoke, the silly dog immediately raised its head and wagged its tail like a propeller.

Wen Yan petted the dog’s head and gave a little blessing with Yang Energy.

Having a dog was quite good, allowing him to intuitively confirm whether he was in a dream or reality.

Wen Yan stroked the dog’s head, recalling the matters in the dream.

He remembered that someone previously seemed to want to trouble him and even wanted to borrow the Water Monarch’s power.

But probably the other side didn’t expect that the Water Monarch had a quirky nature, even wanting to slap every passing dog twice.

The dog thing wanted to stir up trouble and was understandably hung by the Water Monarch by the river.

In the Water Monarch’s view, my grudge with the Scorching Sun is my business; you coming to fan the flames is another thing altogether; I’ll slap you to death first.

At the time, it felt like it wasn’t just people from the Taiyi Observatory; didn’t expect there were others indeed.

How long has it been since the big fire at the Taiyi Observatory was extinguished, and someone can’t hold back?

Do they just want to deal with him, the contemporary Scorching Sun?

Jump, these guys. If they don’t jump, they are hard to find and hard to handle.

Wen Yan stroked the dog’s head, checking the time, then let the Black Box check Wang Jianjun’s location, finding him still resting in the village, so he wasn’t in a hurry and continued to sleep.

Just as he closed his eyes, the Little Zombie climbed up with a little zombie doll, wriggled its head, nestled under Wen Yan’s armpit, then stared wide-eyed, looked up at Wen Yan, whining while pointing at the silly dog.

Wen Yan sighed, also patting the Little Zombie’s head, giving a bit of Yang Energy as well.

Only then did the Little Zombie feel satisfied, curling up under Wen Yan’s armpit to continue sleeping.

As Wen Yan looked up again, Gray Cloth quietly snuck in, rising like a snake, constantly forming two hands to gesture.

Wen Yan formed a Tao Finger, giving Gray Cloth another blessing.

Immediately after, the Sparrow Cat flapped its wings and flew up, standing at the foot of the bed, giving a sidelong glance at the few guys inside the room.

"Sneaking food in the middle of the night without inviting me, huh!"

"..."

Five minutes later, Wen Yan stood in the kitchen, boiling water to cook noodles, while the Little Fire Seed was gobbling up flames, eating with great enjoyment.

Wen Yan reached out, smacked his hand.

Just being a fool, why bless the silly dog with Yang Energy for no reason.

Now, one after another sensed it, couldn’t be partial; now a group of night owls were happily waiting for a midnight snack.

Even Chen Qimo groggily climbed up, sitting dazed and bewildered at the dining table, waiting for a midnight snack.

The whole family, each had their food, calming down after having a midnight snack.

Wen Yan checked the time, deciding against sleeping, and directly called Feng Wei to see if he had time to open a path.

Minutes later, Wen Yan, carrying some specifically made extra food from earlier, bringing some for Old Zhao and the five brothers, and some for Feng Wei and Tong Si, entered the Nether Path together.

Inside the Nether Path, Tong Si and Feng Wei each held a fatty meat pie sandwich offering incense, with Wen Yan holding one, letting the aroma diffuse along the way.

He looked at the mass of Ghosts constantly present within the Nether Path, muttering aloud.

"Borrowing this path every day, I hope everyone understands, this is food I made myself, please have a taste, let’s help each other out."

The wafting aroma spread, and even those unthinking Ghosts, with no conscious desire to taste, still absorbed a little as Wen Yan passed by, essentially feeding them by hand.

The three of them felt no pressure, leisurely strolling within the Nether Path until reaching the target crossroad when both Tong Si and Feng Wei’s expressions simultaneously changed.

Tong Si grabbed Feng Wei’s arm, whispering urgently.

"Don’t move."

Feng Wei simultaneously extended an arm, stopping the others.

"There’s something up."

Wen Yan took a step to the edge of the road, bending forward to look, and suddenly saw a small dirt road appear beside the barren path.

On this temporary road leading to Wangjia Valley, the first thing seen was the massive creatures’ remains.