The Yue City Chaos Begins

Late at night.

The center of Yue City was still ablaze with lights.

Rumor had it that the city was calling on everyone to conserve electricity, but in reality, many unnecessary lights in the central area had not been turned off.

Take this hotel, for example. The corridor lights and elevators were all operating as usual.

Even the underground parking lot, which was no longer in use, was brightly lit.

However, Jiang Qiao had not turned on the lights in his room.

He sat in a chair with his eyes half-open, quietly gazing down at the scenery outside the window from within the darkness.

He was neither asleep nor had any intention of resting.

Ever since he had embarked on the path of the supernatural, he had rarely slept.

Even so,

he almost never felt mentally fatigued.

Supernatural power was constantly reshaping his body, gradually pushing him in a nonhuman direction. This feeling had become especially obvious after he had risen straight to the Eighth Tier.

Sometimes, even his emotions as a living person had grown faint.

He viewed everything with a hint of amusement.

Infusing the strange entity into Old Man Sun's body was like that. For Jiang Qiao, there had been an element of investigation, but more than anything, it had merely been a casual little game.

Old Man Sun had happened to encounter the opportunity and gained a fortuitous chance.

If Old Man Sun had not been there, Jiang Qiao might have casually found someone else he liked on the roadside—perhaps a beggar, perhaps a refugee, or perhaps some middle-aged woman or young girl.

He would have helped that person ascend to the heavens in a single step and become a great expert in Yue City.

Was he doing a good deed?

Yes.

Perhaps, for the beneficiary,