Xu Qingjia had a kind heart.
Surely someone as filial as Great God King Tang must have missed his teacher dearly after his death.
It was a longing that spanned life and death, reaching across twenty thousand years.
Faced with such sincere affection, he simply had to make up for the regrets this master and disciple had carried all those years ago.
"Nine-grade purple ganoderma, Golden Sacred Dragon."
Truly, even a pig would have soared.
Xu Qingjia casually took two or three units of power of faith. Eastsea Academy still had that fellow Wu Changkong around. If his forces were too weak, they would never force God King Tang to show himself.
Two vengeful ghosts were still not enough.
Xu Qingjia's main strategy was a relay of attacks.
He would keep using cannon fodder to squander the strength remaining in this wisp of Tang San's divine sense.
"I need to find some evil soul masters."
The northern Sun Moon Federation.
At the edge of the Far North stood New Dragon City, which, as its name suggested, occupied the site of the former Dragon City.
But after almost everyone in the Heavenly Dragon Sect had fallen beneath the Sun Moon Empire's iron cavalry, and the Earth Dragon Sect had joined the Tang Sect and relocated to its headquarters, New Dragon City had lost its former foundations and declined into a third-tier city.
Within a higher dimension imperceptible to mortals, a god from the realm of the dead strolled through the city. Xu Qingjia came into contact with more people while rapidly leafing through the Book of Life and Death. As he remembered it, the Holy Spirit Cult's headquarters lay in the Far North. That meant these cities along its borders ought to contain some of the cult's hideouts. After all, not