Above Dachang City, a golden light enveloped the sky. Countless people witnessed this divine scene and saw the unfathomable blurred silhouette within that golden glow. That figure defied understanding, like a deity from mythology awakening, standing majestically in mid-air.
The white fog that previously spread across the city had now vanished under the golden light.
With the fog gone, many ordinary people who had been trapped and nearly killed by terrifying ghosts were now elated to have survived.
However, at this mont, everyone's perception in Dachang City was overturned.
They looked up at the figure in the golden light, and instead of fear, their eyes held awe for the unknown supernatural. This awe seed ingrained in everyone's blood, in their bones, compelling them to kneel involuntarily.
"Is this...a god?"
He Feng murmured to himself, never dreaming that one day he would summon a deity from a mythological story.
The appearance of this scene even made him forget the danger behind him.
Although the fog had disappeared, in the room, a chilling, decayed ghost covered in dirt still lingered. Yet He Feng seed to see that the mysterious figure in the sky glanced in this direction.
Those eyes were calm yet imposing, seemingly scrutinizing him, while they also glanced at the dangerous ghost in the room.
With just one look, the terrifying ghost that had plunged many in the city into despair suddenly erupted in flas. These flas were bizarre, similar to the green candle held by the mysterious woman nad Wang Shanshan, appearing discordant under the golden light.
The strange flas grew larger, setting the entire house ablaze.
He Feng was instantly startled, instinctively wanting to flee the burning room.
But he quickly realized that the fire wasn't hot at all; it had no temperature, even exuding a coolness. However, for the ghost behind him, it was fatal.
He Feng could clearly see the horrifying corpse behind him being burned, emitting strange noises. The body began to char and blacken, and finally, enveloped in flas, the terrifying ghost started peeling away from the real world, bit by bit.
"What is that...?"
He Feng widened his eyes at this mont, seeing a massive city vaguely erging within the flas. That city was burning, with many eerie figures wandering in agony, enduring the constant roasting of the flas. He could even faintly hear the dreadful wails coming from the city.
The terrifying figure in the room was ultimately dragged into that burning city, blending with the countless eerie figures.
Soon after, the flas began to die down, and the burning city gradually beca blurred.
"Is this ghost being cast into hell?" He Feng shivered all over, mories of ghost stories surfacing in his mind.
"Hiss." Suddenly, he felt a scalding sensation on his hand.
The scarlet axe he held was being baked red-hot by the flas, feeling very hot to the touch, making it impossible to hold any longer.
The axe fell to the ground, disappearing along with the quickly extinguishing flas before his eyes.
Seeing this, He Feng roughly understood that the figure in the sky did not allow such things to exist in the world and wanted to take it from the hands of ordinary people.
But what he didn't know was that the essence of any supernatural weapon was a ghost, all possessing the potential for losing control one day. If unchecked, they could likely lead to supernatural incidents.
This wasn't the only place where such a divine scene occurred.
At the Guanjiang Residential Complex.
The eerie figure, graceful, ice-cold, with a head full of dense black hair, was also blazing all over. Though the corpse of this long-dead woman struggled, it was to no avail, ultimately dissipating bit by bit from the real world, entering a realm subrged by a scarlet lake.
The gold light continued to envelop, the figure in the sky still surveying the world.
Nothing supernatural could escape the gaze of those eyes.
All detected potential dangers would be resolved.
And what happened here was quickly spreading worldwide, with more and more people learning about the events in Dachang City, causing so things dormant for decades to quietly resurface now.
In a hospital in Dachang City.
A nurse beside a hospital bed was shocked, staring at the sky outside the window with excitent, "So, there really are gods in this world."
Yet, on the bed beside her, an elderly woman in her eighties, with white hair, gazed blankly out the window, talking to herself: "The people of this world cannot accept such a powerful ghost tar, but they can accept the presence of a deity...Yang Jian, in my heart, you are that deity."
"Once we old folks pass on, no one will rember your past. The new generation will only rember that a deity once manifested in this world."
"I'm sorry for taking the liberty to rena you as Yang Jian, because at that ti, I couldn't think of a na more fitting for you."
"Unfortunately, I cannot continue this journey with you and witness you completely end this supernatural era. Find soone more suitable to aid you."
"I'm tired, I want to rest for a while."
On the hospital bed, the elderly woman, as if experiencing a final mont of clarity, was no longer dazed. Her eyes were bright and clear, continually gazing at the figure in the golden light outside the window.
But soon, the light in the lady's eyes gradually dimd as her heavy eyelids slowly closed.
Yet, in a haze, the old woman saw a familiar figure standing by the bedside, calmly watching her.
That figure was so familiar, young and tender, still holding the long red spear.
"Liu Xiaoyu, record a new supernatural event and establish a file."
"Liu Xiaoyu, co up for a eting."
"Liu Xiaoyu, help check this person's information."
"Liu Xiaoyu..."
In the old woman's mind, those familiar voices echoed faintly.
She longed to return to that ti.
Sixty years was too hard.
A single tear slowly fell from the corner of the old woman's closed eye, and then she never woke up again.
A gentle breeze blew past.
The figure beside the old woman's hospital bed disappeared.
The nurse beside her was so engrossed by the bizarre sight outside the window that she didn't even notice what happened around her or hear the old woman's final whisper.
It wasn't until the alarm on the instrunts sounded that the dazed nurse was startled back to reality.
At this mont.
In the little, inconspicuous temple at the Guanjiang Residential Complex.
Inside the temple, Wang Shanshan, Jiang Yan, and Zhang Wenwen all saw the strange sight in the sky outside.
"He's back," Jiang Yan was weeping with joy at this mont.
After years of waiting, this day finally bore fruit.
She herself didn't know how she made it through these sixty years; if not for a belief, she would've longed to die.
Because during these sixty years, she had seen off too many people—her parents, relatives, friends, and even juniors...
"Yes, he's back. He wasn't lying; he really reappeared after sixty years," Wang Shanshan had a smile on her face at this mont.
Though she looked only about thirty, she was actually eighty, sa as Zhang Wei who was lying on the ground.
"Elder Sister Wang, Aunt Jiang, I think my dad's not going to make it," Zhang Wenwen's voice was anxious and panicked at this mont.
Grandpa Zhang, who lay on the floor, was still unconscious, and his condition was worsening; his face was unusually pale, his breathing was weak, and even his hands were gradually becoming cold.
"Ah Wei won't have any problem, he won't just watch Ah Wei die like this," Wang Shanshan glanced and said.
"But... but my dad is dying." Zhang Wenwen remained anxious.
Jiang Yan calmly said, "Why panic? Reversing life and death is not a difficult thing for him. Now that he has just awakened, he needs so ti to adjust. Just wait a little longer patiently."
Hearing this, Zhang Wenwen cald down a bit but was still extrely anxious because it concerned her father's safety.
"Has it really been sixty years?"
In the golden-lit sky, a cold whisper sounded beside the hazy figure.
"I rember I fed everything to the Ghost Child... now, who am I? Am I the Ghost Child with the consciousness of a living person, or am I Yang Jian, who survived successfully, or perhaps a completely new existence ford between the two... Yang Jian."
"I have been awakened by the na Yang Jian, which ans my true self has already abandoned the nas of Ghost Child and Yang Jian, replacing both, becoming a new existence, so I have a new identity, a new na."
"But I prefer to walk the earth by the na of Yang Jian, and manifest as Yang Jian to save people."
This figure standing in the sky was affirming its existence and contemplating at the sa ti.
Should it choose to bear the na of Yang Jian and continue the past, or abandon everything from before and reveal itself to the world as Yang Jian?
In the end, this figure decided to inherit both.
Because he didn't need to rush to deny any part of his identity; in the days to co, he would have ample ti to make a choice.
Or perhaps when people in this world completely forget the na Yang Jian, there might be no need to choose, and he would naturally beco that new existence.
After this thought.
The golden light that filled the sky faded rapidly along with the hazy figure, until finally, the sky returned to brightness, and all anomalies completely disappeared.
"Gone."
Countless people in Dachang City noticed that, long after the divine phenonon had disappeared, they ca back to their senses.
But at this mont, the city's residents were extrely excited, discussing and debating fiercely, as rumors about malevolent spirits and divine revelations spread wildly.
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