The pyramid-shaped divine altar stood unmoving, blocking the assault of countless evil entities.
At the center of the altar atop it.
Yet a change was slowly taking place inside that ancient bronze cauldron. After taking in an unknown amount of incense power, its smoke-filled interior gradually cleared, slowly transforming into a pool of boiling, clear water.
The six City Gods, each positioned at one of the six points of the hexagon, drew a stick of incense from their sleeves.
The moment the incense was taken out.
Jiang Qiao noticed something strange.
Unlike the usual gray or yellow incense, this thin stick, about as thick as a pinky, was a hazy purple. It looked both real and illusory, carrying a sense of inverted dreaminess.
It had not yet been lit.
Yet Jiang Qiao, more than ten meters away, already smelled a refreshing fragrance.
Like a cup of tea.
Light, elegant, and pure.
But within that elegance was a little more sweetness and warmth.
The lights of ten thousand homes.
Peace and auspiciousness.
Those were the feelings Jiang Qiao developed after seeing the incense.
"Good stuff."
"Truly good stuff."
"This is Wish Power extracted from incense power. And it's all Wish Power from wishes that have already been fulfilled and repaid. In the hands of these City Gods who walk the sacrificial-spirit path and receive the incense power of the gods, such incense will possess incredible abilities."
Jiang Qiao's eye for things remained sharp.
"This should count as one of their trump cards."
After taking out the incense.
The City Gods did not light it immediately.
Instead, they continued taking out a packet of rice, a straw man, and a talisman embroidered with golden Silk Thread.
After taking out the items.
Yan Yishu raised his head and looked around.
Seeing the eight