Fog Night Beacon Tower

Armor surged forward, trampling the snow flying across the ground.

Red lanterns pierced the snowy haze, scattering a dim crimson glow.

Looking down from high above, the reinforcements from Chongqing Prefecture resembled a black flood, tearing through the scarlet expanse as they surged toward the Shu King Residence.

At the center of the crowd, Yang Chenghua looked at the Bronze Flower Basket in his hand.

After the curse was undone, this ancient National Sacrifice Divine Artifact had reverted to its original dilapidated state, showing no abnormalities whatsoever.

Yet Yang Chenghua could sense a consciousness within it, slowly gestating beneath the enveloping power of incense offerings.

The feeling it gave him was both familiar and strange.

It was familiar because it had emerged from the Jiang God Great Lord. Ever since the Erlang Zhenjun Temple appeared, one of its important tasks had been suppressing this demon's lingering remnant.

It could be said that their karma had been forged from the very beginning.

It was strange because Dragon Girl had seized the divine essence.

A new and powerful water god was about to appear.

At this thought, Yang Chenghua's gaze grew complicated.

"Daoist friend, are you leaving?"

A weathered voice suddenly sounded behind him.

It was none other than Cheng JianXin and Chang TianQue.

"There is nothing left to miss."

Yang Chenghua nodded, unsurprised.

Of everyone present, only Li Yan had known his identity from the start. The rest were all somewhat confused.

Ming Shanzi seemed to have some suspicions, but he did not dare be certain.

But this Sword Immortal Cheng, though elderly, had once stepped into the God Ascension Realm. He had already seen through Yang Chenghua's identity.

Recalling something he had occasionally heard before, Yang Chenghua could not help asking, "Back then, you were only one step away. Why