Above Dachang City, golden light spread across the sky. Countless people witnessed this divine scene, and even saw the incomprehensible, blurred figure within the golden radiance. That figure defied all understanding, like a god from myth awakening and standing in midair.
The white mist that had previously filled the city had now completely vanished beneath the golden light.
As the mist dispersed, many ordinary people who had been trapped inside it and nearly killed by terrifying ghosts had survived the disaster and were overjoyed.
But now, the understanding of everyone in Dachang City had been overturned.
They looked up at the figure within the golden light. There was no fear in their eyes, only reverence for the unknown and the supernatural. That reverence seemed to have long been carved into their blood and bones, making them kneel involuntarily.
"Is this a god?"
He Feng murmured to himself. He had never dreamed that one day, he would call forth a god from a mythological tale.
The sight before him even made him forget the danger behind him.
Although the thick mist had vanished, a terrifying ghost still stood in the room—a cold, decaying corpse covered in mud. Yet at that moment, He Feng seemed to see the blurred, divine figure in the sky turn its gaze toward him.
Those eyes were calm yet majestic, as though they were examining him. At the same time, they swept a glance over the dangerous and terrifying ghost in the room.
With just one glance, the ghost that had driven countless people in the city into despair suddenly burst into flames. The fire was green, just like the red candle held by the mysterious woman called Wang Shanshan earlier. Under the golden light, it looked utterly out of place.
The strange flames grew larger and