Setting foot in Tian Shu God City means there is no turning back.
Zhu Minglang stood on the hillside where Zhu Heavenly Officer resided, silently waiting for each person who shared his will.
On the long Worship Boulevard, each weary figure looked like a splash-ink painting; amidst the crowd, they were but trivial splatters of ink, a scene that had repeated itself in the God Manor of Tian Shu for countless years.
Yet Zhu Minglang knew that once the fury in their hearts was ignited, they would fear death no more.
Time was passing, and Zhu Minglang couldn't help but look back, towards the Xuange Country Capital.
At this moment, the Asura Divine Army and the Army of Ascetic Monks had already rolled into the capital, leaving only two behind, sharing one body.
Without resorting to such measures, all the deities who came to assassinate Hua Chou would have been stopped outside the God Pagoda Forest.
What Zhu Minglang could do now was to rid himself of any worries.
