December 12th.

Beifeng City was covered in a blanket of silver, with snowflakes fluttering down into the bustling city.

Divine·Beifeng had fallen on December 3rd, exactly nine days ago, yet the ancient city remained crowded, with a large gathering of North Wind believers.

Some had come specifically to mourn Beifeng.

People knelt and bowed in the direction where the Divine Sculpture of Beifeng had vanished, sending Lord God on his final journey.

Some were unable to accept the death of Lord Beifeng, holding onto a faint and unrealistic hope deep in their hearts.

Deceiving themselves, they desperately awaited a miracle.

Others were unwilling to leave the sect, feeling that only among the crowds in this darkest hour could they find a sense of safety and solace.

The atmosphere in the city was oppressively terrifying.

Hu Jiaojiao, her face full of worry, was leading a team on patrol to maintain order in the city.

Nine days ago, on the very day the god fell, she received a special task from her grandfather, the City Lord:

Protect the families of two close friends.

However, after many days of investigation, Hu Jiaojiao was shocked to discover that the families of her past friends had all disappeared.

One or two going missing could mean they met with misfortune on the night of the fifteenth of last month.

But all of them disappearing?

Hu Jiaojiao realized that someone must have beaten her to it!

Whether they had arrived first to protect the families or to harm them was unknown.

Hu Jiaojiao was quite dejected and returned to Beifeng City two days ago. To her surprise, her grandfather remained optimistic about the matter.

And to this day, she still didn't know what the two friends had done.

The City Lord grandfather was evasive and unwilling to reveal much.

One task was not completed well, and another challenge was already at hand.

The fifteenth night was soon approaching!

On the fifteenth of the lunar month, the ghost gate opens, and demons and spirits come unbidden.

This was a common rhyme known even to children.

For over forty years since the descent of the gods, Evil Demons invaded monthly, never failing to miss an invasion.

And at this time, Beifeng City, and even the entire Da Xia, the strength of the Human Clan believers had suffered a devastating blow.

The vast majority of believers were left with only the Universal Skill: Water Flow Armor.

On the coming fifteenth night, people could only rely on this defensive attire and their martial arts skills to resist the invasion of demons.

Looking back at the fifteenth of the previous month, Evil Demons invaded the Human World like mad, with warfires even extending to late winter!

All over Da Xia, human tragedies were everywhere, and devastation was visible all around.

This December fifteenth, how many more will die tragically, how many more families will be shattered?

Is there still hope for this world?

"Ah! Song Song Song... Mount Song, Vajra Temple has... has has has..."

An urgent, yet stammering voice broke the oppressive atmosphere.

Hu Jiaojiao paused her steps, frowning as she looked towards the people kneeling by the street.

The speaker was a young man, and judging by his attire, he must have just arrived in Beifeng City.

In this period of social turmoil, transportation in Da Xia was not as smooth as before; traveling was fraught with difficulties.

At this moment, there still might be former North Wind Disciples on their way to the North Country.

"Vajra Temple, has has has... Ah!" The young man's face turned beet red with urgency and anger, and he slapped himself hard with his mobile phone.

Hating that his tongue couldn't get the words out.

"What's going on?"

"Speak up! What's there?"

"Shut your dog mouth! Stop freaking yelling!" The street instantly became chaotic.

The atmosphere in the city was already tense, people's moods were poor; some were sad, some desperate, some fearful, some angry. Any unexpected event could trigger chaos.

"Silence!" Hu Jiaojiao decisively commanded, letting out a crisp rebuke.

The surroundings immediately quieted down.

In the human domain, Yangyang Sea naturally had supreme authority.

To Hu Jiaojiao's surprise, just as things quieted in this alley, there was an uproar in a distant street.

No, it wasn't just that street.

In a very short time, calls erupted throughout the city!

"Snap!" Hu Jiaojiao's brows furrowed as she leapt over several heads, grabbing the young man's phone.

Hu Jiaojiao looked at the screen, her eyes slightly widening in astonishment.

What had she seen?

A photo taken from a low angle, a colossal female sculpture standing tall?

This stone sculpture, strange yet familiar, was not one of the known gods of Da Xia.

And this divine sculpture possessed a feature that neither the gods of Da Xia nor those worldwide had—clarity!

She had short, sleek hair and strong facial lines, a high nose bridge, and defined lip line.

Her brows exuded a dense heroic spirit!

Even through the screen, looking at the photo, it could stir one's emotions!

Underneath her heroic brows, her eyes were bright and sharp, overlooking the masses below her.

Strange,

because this clearly-featured female sculpture was not among the gods of Da Xia.

Familiar, because...

Wasn't this Da Xia's second Heavenly Pride, He Qifeng?!

"He Qifeng?" Hu Jiaojiao, as someone maintaining order, couldn't help but join the exclamatory crowd.

The renowned Da Xia's second Heavenly Pride, who didn't know her?

Indeed, this was He Qifeng!

She had long made her name in Da Xia, serving as a spiritual pillar for millions, and was the only female disciple in the Martial Monk Faction in the forty-plus years since the gods' descent.

Full of legendary colors.

Now she was...

Hu Jiaojiao's hand trembled slightly, unable to believe or digest the shocking news, her fingers accidentally touched the screen.

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