Chen Che nodded, gesturing for the other man to continue.
"Later, Celestial Divine True Master died, and his spirit no longer manifested."
"After a while, mortals stopped worshiping him. Countless divine statues were smashed and paintings were torn to shreds. Of course, some people kept them. After all, to mortals, this stuff was basically an antique."
The old Daoist stroked the divine statue, which was worn smooth and glossy from years of handling, and couldn't help but sigh.
"When my ancestor first started his cultivation, he was still living in the Mortal World. Mortals didn't know their true value, but cultivators could see through them. When my ancestor first laid eyes on these things, he thought they were some kind of exotic treasures, so he bought them. Later, he acquired a large number of them."
"They were passed down for six generations, for about two hundred years, and now they've come to me."
