When Beauty Meets Beasts

The prophet walked to the door of the temple, holding a small round heater in his hand.

His white shark silk robe reached his ankles, and his eyes were covered by it. His black hair fell like a waterfall. A gust of cold and wet wind blew in, making the hem of his clothes flutter.

At this moment, he looked like an immortal who could ascend at any moment.

Two divine servants knelt on the ground. They looked at the prophet with reverence.

The shell wind chimes hanging above the door swayed gently, making a crisp sound that kept circling the empty temple.

"No response from the people we sent to Rock City?"

The prophet's voice was clear and cold, falling on the stone slab like jade beads.

The divine servants pressed their foreheads to the floor and replied respectfully, "No."

Logically speaking, every temple had to have a high priest, and the candidates for the high priest were usually the former witch doctor of the beast city. However, if there was no witch doctor in the beast city in the past, or if this witch doctor was not qualified to be the high priest, the 10,000 Beast Temple had the right to assign other beasts to be the high priest.

Ever since Rock City was built, there had been no high priest in the temple. This was clearly against the rules.

The Elders' Association talked about this for a long time almost every day.

Now that Rock City was developing like the sun and was very strong, they wanted to take the opportunity to place their trusted aide in the temple of Rock City to be the high priest.

Unfortunately, the prophet never nodded in agreement.

The elders did not dare to disobey the prophet, but they were unwilling to give up on the position of the high priest of the Rock Temple. They would find an opportunity to talk to the prophet about it every day.

In order to deal with these elders, the prophet sent divine servants to Rock City last month to see what Shuang Yun thought of the candidate for the high priest.

Unexpectedly, the divine servants never returned.

The prophet actually did not care about the position of the high priest of Rock Temple. He just wanted to know what had happened to Huanhuan. Unfortunately, the divine servants were not back. He was helpless.

Once, he could see Huanhuan's future clearly with his eyes, but now, he could only see a blur.

His instincts told him that Huanhuan's life was about to be in danger.

Lightning flashed and thunder rumbled in the night sky. It was still raining.

The shell wind chimes swayed crazily in the wind, and the collisions became more intense.

The prophet was silent for a long time before speaking.

"I'm going away for a while. After I leave, you'll close the door."

Hearing this, the two divine servants looked up at the prophet in disbelief.

"Lord, you're going out?!"

"Mhm."

"But I thought you couldn't go out?"

After the prophet took over the 10,000 Beast Temple, the first prophecy he saw was that he would die at the hands of demons.

In order to prevent the prophecy from coming true, he had been living in seclusion and never left the divine mountain.

But now, he was actually going to leave the temple!

The prophet's tone was calm. "I need to find someone. I'll be back when I find her. You don't have to worry too much."

"It's the rainy season now, and the heavy rain is endless. Even if you want to go out, please wait for the rain to stop before letting the divine guards escort you out."

In the face of the divine servants' advice, the prophet had no intention of changing his mind.

​ "I can't wait any longer."

If he waited any longer, Huanhuan might die.

The divine servants had no choice but to gather the divine guards as quickly as possible.

Five of the 12 divine guards were out of town and wouldn't be back for a while. Now, they could only look for the remaining seven divine guards, including Shuang Jing.

Usually, the divine guards were elusive. They rarely appeared in the same place in unison like now.

They stood quietly in the temple, their auras as experts spreading silently.

When they heard that the prophet was going down the mountain, they looked similarly puzzled and surprised.

But the prophet had no intention of explaining. He took out a small wooden box and handed it to Shuang Jing. "Send this box to Sun City. When Bai Di gets there, give it to him."

Shuang Jing took the wooden box with both hands. "Yes."

"I'm going down the mountain to find someone. After I find her, I'll come back."

The divine guards said, "We'll keep you safe."

"No, you don't have to come with me."

The divine guards were very surprised.

The prophet said calmly, "Stay in the 10,000 Beast Temple and help me keep an eye on the Elders' Association. Don't let those guys cause trouble while I'm away."

Although the divine guards had doubts about the prophet's decision, they finally nodded in trust.

"Alright!"

Another bolt of lightning streaked through the sky. The rumbling was deafening.

The prophet's face flashed in the lightning.

"If I don't come back, you'll guard this position for me until my replacement appears."

Hearing this, the divine guards trembled.

They were about to say something when the prophet raised his hand. "I know what you wish to say. But my body is about to collapse. Even if I don't go down the mountain, I won't be able to last long."

The divine guards had complicated expressions.

The prophet's eyes could see into the past and future. It was a gift from the heavens.

But the heavens had also deprived him of his health.

It was a win-win situation. It was fair.

The prophet gently stroked the small heater in his hand. He had not received much warmth in his life, so the little warmth in his hand seemed all the more precious.

"I've been trapped in this temple for too long. I'm really tired. I want to see the world before I leave."

The divine guards didn't say anything to dissuade him.

They retreated in silence.

It was still raining as if there was no end to it.

The prophet put on a black cloak and walked down the stairs under the worried gazes of the divine servants.

He rarely went out. The last time he walked this path was more than a decade ago.

At that time, he had carried Huanhuan down the mountain.

She had once smiled and invited him to the rock mountain as a guest.

He wondered if she remembered this…

Unknowingly, the prophet had reached the foot of the mountain. His face was hidden under the hood, and the rain and fog blurred his figure. Along the way, no one recognized him.

When he walked to the outer city and passed by shops, he saw beasts selling umbrellas.

"This is an umbrella bought from Rock City. The structure of it is made from top-notch bamboo pieces. And the surface of this umbrella is also made of specially treated animal hide. It's smooth and sturdy. As long as you hold it, a drop of rain won't fall on you…"

The words 'Rock City' stopped the prophet's footsteps.

He walked over and reached for an umbrella. "How much is it?"

"Just one colorless crystal."

To be honest, the price was a little expensive, but the prophet didn't mind.

He casually handed over a colorless crystal and bought the umbrella.

Opening the umbrella, the wet rain was immediately blocked. It was indeed a wonderful little thing.

The prophet gripped the smooth handle of the umbrella, thinking that this must be something Huanhuan had invented.

Only she would spend her time on the details of her life.

He walked out of the City of 10,000 Beasts under the umbrella. His lonely and cold figure gradually walked away and disappeared into the endless rain and fog…