I have a space station

Dongfang Chen hadn't imagined that the Lost Gods would have any direct connection to the final destination of the cult leader.

"Alright, since you've already guessed it, I won't hide it from you. What the Lost Gods are, I really don't know," Dongfang Chen admitted frankly.

Anyway, he had asked almost everything he needed to ask, so he didn't care anymore.

"Despicable! Despicable! Dongfang Chen, you actually deceived me!" The cult leader was furious. He wanted to struggle to get up, but his hands and feet were broken, and he couldn't get up at all.

"Thump ~"

He didn't steady himself and fell directly to the ground, landing face-first in the dirt.

"It's because you're too naive; you can't blame others for that," Dongfang Chen didn't feel any guilt.

He couldn't care less about deceiving a heinous cult leader.

"Dongfang Chen, I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!" The cult leader writhed on the ground, wishing he could bite him to death.

"Alright, I hope your dream comes true. Keep it up!" Dongfang Chen was too lazy to talk to him anymore and turned to leave.

"Wait! Wait!" The cult leader suddenly stopped cursing and quickly spoke.

"Oh? Is there anything else?" Dongfang Chen stopped.

"Dongfang Chen, I beg you, please, help me find the location of the Lost Gods," the cult leader pressed his face to the ground, not caring about his image at all.

"What does that have to do with me?" Dongfang Chen retorted.

Now the roles were reversed.

At the beginning, the cult leader had the upper hand, and Dongfang Chen had to entice him little by little, lowering his stance.

Now, it was the cult leader's turn to lower his stance.

"I… I, I can repay you! I'll work like an ox or a horse to repay you!"

"Sorry, I don't need anyone to work like an ox or a horse for me," Dongfang Chen shook his head, preparing to leave.

"Wait! Wait! I have information!" The cult leader quickly shouted.

He knew this was the last time he would see Dongfang Chen.

If he didn't seize this opportunity, he would be dead for sure.

He wasn't afraid of death, but he still had a breath he couldn't swallow, and a wish he hadn't fulfilled.

"Speak!" Dongfang Chen turned around, waiting for his information.

"Give me a chance to serve you, and I'll tell you," the cult leader wanted to bargain.

"If you don't want to tell me, forget it," Dongfang Chen threatened.

He had no leverage to bargain now.

"Okay! I'll tell you! I'll tell you!" The cult leader was immediately frightened and quickly confessed.

"As far as I know, there is another stele," the cult leader said.

"Another one? Where is it?" Dongfang Chen asked in surprise.

"I don't know where, but I know it's within the borders of China," the cult leader said.

"In China? How do you know?"

"This is what my master said. She said that a long time ago, the former cult leader sent people to snatch it, but in the end, they all died in China," the cult leader explained.

"When did this happen?"

"About two or three thousand years ago."

"Two thousand or three thousand years?" Dongfang Chen frowned.

This time span was a bit too broad.

"I'm not too sure; it was too long ago."

"Doesn't your cult have event records?"

"Some secrets are passed down orally by the cult leader; there are no records in the cult," the cult leader replied.

"Are there any more details?"

"No more. If there were any details, I would have found out long ago," the cult leader replied.

"That's not enough to spare your life," Dongfang Chen said.

"I'll tell you one more thing: in the Kunlun Mountains, there is a super terrifying existence. It is said that a long time ago, many missionaries died there," the cult leader racked his brains, trying to think of useful information.

"I already know that. I might as well tell you, you are now in the Kunlun Mountains," Dongfang Chen said.

"What?" The cult leader of the Manicheanism was frightened.

"Anything else?"

"No… no wonder," the cult leader muttered to himself.

"No wonder what?"

"No wonder you were able to reach such a high level at such a young age. So this is your reliance," the cult leader seemed to understand.

"That's not your concern. If there's nothing useful, then I'm leaving," Dongfang Chen wanted to wait and see if he could squeeze out anything else.

"There are still some unconfirmed rumors that I hope will be useful to you."

"Please speak."

"I suspect that the 27 founders of the cult are still alive," the cult leader said.

"Still alive?" Dongfang Chen had never heard of this.

But thinking about it, it was possible.

After all, those cultivators often lived for thousands of years.

"I just suspect it; there's no evidence."

"What's the reason?" Dongfang Chen asked.

"I have a strange feeling, like I'm always being watched. But since coming here, I haven't had that feeling anymore."

"…" Dongfang Chen didn't want to say anything.

You can't say that feeling is inaccurate, but it's not right either. But if you say it's accurate, there's no basis for it at all.

It's like you don't look up, you don't use your eyes, but you can suddenly feel someone approaching, someone secretly watching you.

But this feeling can only be experienced by yourself; saying it out loud is metaphysics.