Looking at the Horror Temple before him, aside from its sinister name and eerie statues, Zhang Ze still felt something was amiss.

It was only after staring at it for a long time that he realized the temple's proportions were somewhat off.

The temple was about as tall as a person, but inside, aside from the small statues, everything else was exaggeratedly large.

From a distance, it seemed like a countryside earth temple that had been magnified in scale.

This temple didn't seem meant for human worship…

"Strange, let's not consider the temple for now, where did this book 'Lun Yu' come from? I don't remember ever coming to this place?"

Zhang Ze shook his head in confusion, and with a flick of his fingertips, a talisman appeared in his hand.

To uncover the truth, he summoned this newly developed "There Is Only One Truth Talisman" from Dragon Tiger Mountain.

This talisman was advertised as utilizing Dragon Tiger Mountain's useful skill to reverse causality, revealing the truth by deducing effects from causes.

As for its actual effect, Zhang Ze didn't know since it was his first time using it.

As the "There Is Only One Truth Talisman" ignited, the semi-transparent ghost image of Tang appeared in midair. Looking quite serious, it shook a whisk before the ghost image dissipated, and starlight scattered around the Horror Temple.

It seemed this spell took reference from the methods of the Celestial Sect.

As the starlight grew denser, the scene before Zhang Ze's fall replayed itself.

It was as if time flowed backward, with starlight illusions bringing past events to life in front of Zhang Ze.

On the altar inside the temple, the decayed premium wild fruits gradually became plump, occasionally visited by strange birds that swiftly flew away, scared off by the 'Horror Boy' holding a scroll.

Day after day, somewhat monotonous

Until the talisman's mana was about to be exhausted, the virtual image began to fade, and the fruit finally changed.

The fruit flew away, leaving the 'Horror Temple.'

However, since it was played in reverse, the illusion should be showing the scene of the fruit being placed in the temple.

'Was it the person who worshipped at the Horror Temple?'

But when Zhang Ze looked back, he found no ghost image of that worshiper.

"Could it be a cultivator above the Golden Core Realm?" Zhang Ze murmured with a frown.

The instruction manual and disclaimer for the "There Is Only One Truth Talisman" made it clear that this talisman was still experimental, and the causality of those in the Golden Core Realm was hard to calculate, even more so for those above it.

But if one insists on calculating, they could contact the Little Walnut Hotline No. 2 at Dragon Tiger Mountain to book the Purple-robed Heavenly Master for personal assistance.

As Zhang Ze pondered, the power of the talisman completely dissipated, and the site returned to tranquility; the worshipper didn't reveal themselves.

Just as Zhang Ze was considering drawing a few more talismans, an aura suddenly shot up to the sky from afar, its power astonishing.

The cultivation of this person was at least at the Nascent Soul level or higher.

Zhang Ze suspected that his recent talisman casting had caught the attention of a Great Power in the area.

After all, the events the talisman predicted were related to him.

Since everything was unclear, Zhang Ze didn't want to spark unnecessary conflict yet.

He switched his finger technique, put away the talisman, and then locked his ring finger into his palm, performing a Buddhist Sect technique called "Cyan Lotus Micro Approach."

In the blink of an eye, a flash of cyan light appeared at his nameless finger's knuckle, forming a lotus flower, and Zhang Ze transformed into a vortex absorbed by the cyan light.

Zhang Ze vanished, and the dust-sized cyan lotus gently descended.

At that moment, the local Great Power appeared, revealing his form.

However, when Zhang Ze, hiding within the cyan lotus, saw this master's true form, he was momentarily at a loss.

"Is this right?"

Zhang Ze closed his eyes, gave himself a slap to confirm he wasn't drunk, then opened his eyes with a pained expression.

The newcomer wore a magic robe complemented by a feather robe, standing over fifteen meters tall, with a massive mouth filled with serrated teeth, muscles so bristling that they seemed to burst through the skin.

His legs were robust and mighty, yet in contrast, his small hands were quite delicate, miniature even, incapable of reaching his own back.

Not human, but rather a deep green tyrannosaurus rex, muscles as explosive as if raised soaking in protein powder.

However, should Zhang Ze be asked to comment, he felt this one resembled a mouth-wielding cucumber.

Regardless, whatever it was, this formidable cultivator was now seething with rage; its thick green tail swept horizontally, chopping down a swathe of trees.

Following another roar, a human voice bellowed.

"Hey! Which brat desecrated my Horror Temple? It's unbearable, insufferable!"

Zhang Ze, "..."

'Did I accidentally get poisoned by Fuji? What's all this mess?'

'What is this? Jurassic Immortal Cultivation Chronicles?'

Seeing the berserk member of the Horror Family, Zhang Ze was hesitant, unsure whether to reveal himself.

While hesitating, Zhang Ze noticed another master present here.

Even the Tyrannosaurus Rex, which had been in a rage earlier, seemed to sense it, suddenly calming down.

Without any visible movement, the Dragon vanished like lightning and reappeared in the sky, where red light poured from its mouth, an intense torrent of Spiritual Qi shot forth.

The location hit was empty a moment ago, but then ripples appeared like water, and in an instant, the space exploded, a dark brown dinosaur breaking through the void to stand on the ground.

This one looked not much different from the Horror Family member, but smaller in size, head bigger, and not as explosively muscular.

Zhang Ze, peeking from the cyan lotus, pondered for a moment, muttering to himself, "Hmm, a Southern Giant Beast... that works too."

Having thought it through, Zhang Ze took out a small horse stool and sat down.