Borrowing the Power of Ancestor Worship

She understood only half of what she saw and knew far less about cultivation than Da Xiang. To her, the sight was a genuine miracle—a god watching from three feet above their heads.

Her terror was easy to imagine. How could she have known that the Divine General's manifested form Tang Changsheng was visualizing and projecting was nothing but an empty shell?

All she knew was that her whole body had gone numb. When the Divine General's lightning-bright eyes turned toward her, her legs gave way and she dropped to her knees.

Her reaction hardly stood out. Countless people around her had already knelt...

The descendants of the three households were staring up into the sky too, scarcely able to believe their eyes.

Then the Elders' ringing voices carried over: "The ancestors have manifested! They will protect our Fan, Deng, and Chen Households, bless our descendants with many generations, and grant us enduring fortune..."

The descendants cheered. Amid the commotion, a sharp shout rang out: "Silence! Observe the rites. Follow my lead... Kneel. Raise the incense. Pour the offering onto the ground. Bow, rise. Bow, rise..."

At the commands, the descendants began their worship again in orderly fashion.

This time, the cloud of Vow Power they produced was ten times Qiang-er. It poured toward the City God Temple without end.

As for the reporters who had caused such chaos earlier, the police had already subdued them. While everyone's attention was fixed on the miracle, they were quietly taken away...

Tang Changsheng murmured, "This Primordial Yang Divine Lamp is formidable. With enough Lamp Oil, it could probably project anything I visualize..."

After a moment of admiration, he forced himself to calm down. Opportunities like this were rare. Today, he was going to...

The light Tang Changsheng had kindled with the Vow