This girl is a streetwalker in the demon world

"I hope everyone can think carefully about what to do next." An Ling's words made everyone present silent.

Is there really no other way?

Is Liyang City really going to go this far? Either be massacred by the Crescent Moon Cult, or join An Ling and confront the powerful Crescent Moon Immortal head-on?

One was slaughtered like a pig or a dog without any ability to fight back, while the other stood against the strong and was brutally slaughtered.

It is true that if you advance you will die, and if you retreat you will die!

"The power of one person is too small, just the light of a firefly, but with you, it becomes a mighty galaxy."

"I would rather die standing than live on my knees."

"Success or failure depends on this one move. After the New Moon Immortal fully recovers, the first place he will attack is Liyang City!"

"Now, I'm afraid there's not much time left."

Shi Tongming's eyes widened, he could hardly believe his ears.

From the ancestor's words at the beginning to its conversation with An Ling, every word shocked Shi Tongming. He seemed to have glimpsed a brand new world from it.

And this new world is beckoning to him.

Although Shi Tongming had been a stonemason and had carved statues all his life, he had never seen anything truly supernatural until a few days ago.

As for the sacred stone?

It is just a token of the family's technological inheritance, like an alternative heirloom.

But, it turns out that the legends are actually true? It turns out that those are not just fairy tales that parents told their children to sleep with.

Shi Tongming thought of the legend he had heard before and couldn't help but look dazed. When he came to his senses, An Ling had been pushed in front of him. Her eyes were flashing with strange light, revealing wisdom and intelligence. They were simply a pair of perfect eyes!

"Mr. Shi, I think before making any decision, everything still depends on your opinion."

“Do you still want to carve?”

Shi Tongming's breath choked, and he thought to himself, "How could I not want to carve? Carving is my life!" When the words came to his lips, he wanted to yell out loud, but he stopped himself.

He looked back at his ancestor, hoping to get some instructions, but the stone still stood there silently, just as it had countless years ago.

"You are yourself first. I'm asking you, Shi Tongming, do you want to continue carving?" An Ling asked in a gentle voice.

Shi Tongming's eyes rolled left and right, and he opened his mouth several times, but closed it again.

Should I carve again?

The inner voice told him clearly, you love carving! You must carve!

But, but...

"Go." A warm voice sounded in his mind, waking him up instantly.

He didn't know whose voice it was, but he could feel the gentle warmth from it, like the embrace of a loved one.

"I think! Immortal, I have to carve!" Shi Tongming said excitedly. When talking about carving, a clear light appeared in his eyes again, as if he was alive again.

People must love something in order to keep their warm hearts in this boring and indifferent world. Love can withstand the long years. Without the burning flame, the heart will become like stone or dead wood and naturally lose its perception.

"Okay." An Ling smiled. She knew that she had not misjudged him. Shi Tongming's passion for stone carving would not diminish because of setbacks. On the contrary, as long as he was given a chance to prove himself, his brilliance as a craftsman would be revealed.

"Can you let me continue carving?" Shi Tongming asked.

An Ling did not answer immediately, but turned her gaze to the sacred stone. She asked with some emotion: "He still pursues his passion without hesitation. Senior, please allow him to do so."

The divine stone shielded the others and said to An Ling faintly, "You will destroy this world."

“How come you see?”

"You just want to use us to build a shrine for monks, so as to win over the incense and faith and attract monks."

"Yes." An Ling admitted the accusation of the divine stone directly, "Why not? Senior, you also know that the rules of this world are so barbaric and vicious. The former Canglan Sword Immortal tried his best to hide this fact from the world, but the fact is the fact. No matter how well it is concealed, as long as there are cultivators who try to imitate the evil cultivators and absorb the souls of mortals, they will be exposed!"

"It is better to ease than to block, so I hope to find a way to have the best of both worlds, so that the two originally opposing groups of monks and mortals can merge together for mutual benefit."

"The monks help the mortals, and the mortals thank the monks by building shrines for them and offering sacrifices every day. In this way, the righteous monks can absorb the incense and faith and increase their spiritual power. For their own benefit, the righteous monks will protect the mortals more attentively. As one gains, the other loses. The evil monks in the world will no longer be able to gain power and can only flee in fear!"

The stone did not answer. After a while, it slowly said, "Do you want to know my story?"

"Appreciate further details."

How can a stone become a spirit?

It just depends on the long-term immersion.

The silent stone, the red ribbon filled with blessings, and the prayers and curses of countless people in front of it...

Stones have been worshipped since ancient times.

From the fur skirts of ancient times to the feathered short robes of the Bei Dynasty...stones have appeared in every part of history from ancient times to the present, and have been worshipped and believed in by mortals.

Mortals attribute the credit of rain to it, share the joy of harvest in it, and place all their joys and sorrows on it.

But it is just an ordinary stone, not a god, so how can it fulfill their wishes?

Therefore, when mortals encounter disasters, helplessness, and pain, they once again think of this stone that they have deified, and vent all their anger on the stone.

It's all your fault for not blessing us.

It’s all your fault for not showing up.

It's all your fault!

But a stone is just a stone, so the stone remained silent and did not respond.

So they kicked the stones off the cliff, chopped them with knives and burned them, releasing their desires and anger on a dead object.

But the stone remains silent, regardless of gains and losses, success or failure, honor or disgrace.

It just quietly watches the world dispersing like floating clouds and the sky rolling with the wind.

Until the mountains are smoothed out and the oceans turn into mulberry fields.

The red ribbon on the stone has been worn away by time, revealing its cracked body.

It remained silent, just as it had been countless years ago, but by this time, no one could leave a mark on its body.

The silent stone has been silent for countless years, and finally today, it is no longer silent.

"People's hearts are easy to change, but stone is hard to turn."