Twilight Boundary-Chapter 810 - 798: Gods and Buddhas Fill the City

In the territory of Mingzhou and Official Zhou, thousands of miles away from Shangjing City, three days ago, a jar fell from the sky, more than a zhang high, with a black porcelain body, incredibly solid.

Though it clearly fell from the sky, the jar was undamaged. Initially, everyone around was quite frightened, but gradually, the bolder ones approached, cautiously touching and pushing it.

However, the jar's solidity and weight exceeded their imagination.

The strongest man in the nearby village used a lever to pry it for half a day, yet it didn't move an inch.

So, the elders in the village believed it was a divine artifact and said that since the jar fell, the surrounding evil spirits causing disturbances had disappeared. They encircled it with branches and brought all the villagers, young and old, to kneel and burn paper by the jar.

But when this divine altar fell, attracting even more people to come worship, on this day, it suddenly shook as if an invisible giant hand moved it.

Everyone was startled, and as they hurried to kneel, they saw the jar suddenly soar into the sky, straight into the clouds. In the next moment, with a buzz, it had turned into a black dot, swiftly sweeping towards the north.

Looking again beneath the jar, even the pit made by the compressed soil had disappeared.

If not for the encircled branches and the traces of burnt paper, they would have thought it was all a dream.

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Meanwhile, in Shangjing City, the thing underground had almost entirely burrowed into the human world.

After even the Purple Qi in Shangjing City had dissipated, it lost all its binds. The only reason it hadn't fully emerged into the human world was that the State Preceptor, using Hu Ma's body, had summoned two Ghost Altars, which currently pressed on the sides of Shangjing City.

But in that moment, Hu Ma was already before the incense table, stepping the Gang Step, holding a sword to summon the altar.

With an invisible roar, a Ghost Altar burst through the air, almost like Mount Tai bearing down, landing before the incense table.

The people of Shangjing City, who were already being raised high off the ground by some giant object, suddenly felt the weight return as the massive altar landed, lowering them significantly.

Even the roiling evil qi in the city, along with the intangible terror and screams, suddenly got stuck in their throats as the altar landed.

"Roar..."

The billowing evil qi and the whirlwind brought by the Ghost Altar intertwined, ripping through the narrow alleys, like the roar of the underground Evil Gods, filled with a power that permeated the soul, enraged by the three Ghost Altars pressing down on it.

In the roar, the evil qi scattered erratically, engulfing the entire city instantly.

Shangjing City was already filled with ghostly qi, and now it seemed as if yin and yang were directly overturned, with a hundred ghosts roaming at night.

Those who should have died but didn't, and those who died but were brought back, now saw their true origins and were filled with fear and resentment.

Outside, such grievances easily transform into evil spirits and ghosts, harassing the living. But in the current Shangjing City, nurtured by the swelling evil qi, even the process was skipped, instantly transforming into various evil creatures.

Evil Ghosts wandered, evil objects collided, and in the chaos among the people of Shangjing City, they witnessed hellish scenes once again.

And this fear seemed to empower the underground Evil Gods, making them want to emerge even more.

If unchecked, the nearly one million citizens in Shangjing City would have perished entirely within an hour.

The underground Evil Gods were here to collect the sacrificial altar, and once close to the human world, they would take the weight of heaven and earth.

The greater the fear and panic in the citizens' hearts, the faster this weight would be taken.

At the same time, before the Magic Altar, Hu Ma had been prepared, knowing that during the altar summoning, the opponent would not be satisfied. As the third Ghost Altar was summoned, he quickly formed a spell with his other hand.

In an instant, dark clouds gathered in the sky, billowing downwards. Amidst the eerie evil qi, golden light suddenly shone, and one by one, Golden Warriors appeared in the city.

Wielding halberds and swinging chains, they eradicated every evil spirit in the city.

Before the Zhensui Mansion's Golden Armored Warriors, the evil spirits, though terrifying, were easily dealt with like crushing peanuts.

"It's wrong!"

Yet, right after summoning the Golden Armored Warriors, Hu Ma's face changed slightly as he hurriedly sent them away.

In an instant, he noticed that the Golden Armored Warriors, though imposing against the evil spirits, were being attacked by the city's ghostly qi, dimming their golden light, slowing their movements as if they would be corrupted in a few more moments.

"The thing underground actually has such a targeted effect against these Hall God remnants?"

This was an unexpected discovery that Hu Ma deeply remembered.

"Crash..."

As the Golden Armored Warriors withdrew, the citizens of Shangjing City, just now finding hope, plunged back into despair.

The evil spirits' ferocity surged, devouring the living.

However, fortunately, early arrangements had been made. Amidst this despair, heavy and sacred drum and gong sounds suddenly rose above.

The citizens subconsciously looked up and were stunned at the sight.

Hu Ma found his heart momentarily shaken, looking up and nearly brought to tears.

Amidst the fog of evil qi covering Shangjing City, with the sound of drums and gongs, fierce firelight tore apart the vast darkness.

Within the flames, numerous figures descended from the sky, some knocking and pounding, walking from the end of the street.

On top of the towering hall, a figure holding a giant umbrella descended from the sky. As the umbrella opened, ten thousand rays of golden light shone forth, dispersing the hazy black air all around, protecting countless living beings.

But this was just the beginning.

Soon after, myriad places echoed with the sounds of gongs and drums. People led the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, all clad in silver armor and wielding silver halberds, charging like shadows into the streets.

Amidst the innumerable Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, there were those with three incense sticks atop their heads, stepping the Seven Stars Step, their faces covered in oil paint, rushing fervently towards the countless evil spirits.

Hu Ma recognized them as the Two Generals of Augment and Diminish, who kill without ferrying.

Some had faces painted with oil colors, garbed in white robes, stepping the Heavenly Gang Step, their clear eyes shooting forth a penetrating, precious light.

That was the White Crane Child.

Further away, someone on stilts wore a Big Red Robe and an official's hat, added a big beard to themselves, holding a wine jug in one hand and grabbing ghosts with the other.

That was Lord Zhong Kui, who caught ghosts to pair with wine.

Someone else mounted a great horse, wore a long beard, donned a green robe, wielding a broadsword, galloping amidst the protection of the Heavenly Soldiers and Generals, and wherever they went, demons were subdued, bowing and kowtowing on the ground.

That was Emperor Guan, the Three Realms Demon Subduing Emperor, his divine power awe-inspiring, the Heavenly Venerate Lord Guan, known as Lord Guan.

There were also those who brought along a lion dog, painting an eye on its forehead, dressed as the spirit of Erlang God.

Seated steadfast on a lotus lampstand, holding a pure jade bottle, and scattering blessings, was Guanyin.

The most ludicrous among them was one who, with great enthusiasm, joined in, limping and dressing as Tie Guai Li, smearing their face pitch black...

...Hu Ma recognized them; that was Sweet Potato!

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Never in this life had anyone felt so close to the world where the Reincarnators existed.

A day ago, Hu Ma had already arranged the event of wandering gods with the Reincarnators, giving them a day to prepare. Although they did not have time to discuss the details, he believed in the abilities of these Reincarnators, certain they would not disappoint.

Yet, he never imagined that this group would spend a day putting together... a cosmic god-themed masquerade stage from another world?

Admittedly, some of the costumes do seem quite convincing...

But just dressing up would be fine, except they happened to be in Shangjing during this Magic gathering.

And these Reincarnators, dressed as divine figures, all had their own cultivation. They appeared from all over the city, shouting and killing ghosts and demons, their ferocity evident, scenes seen by the desperate and terrified citizens of the city.

The citizens, unaware of which deities these figures represented, felt the strong divinity they embodied.

Thus, those who survived the onslaught of evil spirits knelt in gratitude, thanking the gods.

Even the ghostly qi overflowing from the fierce gods beneath the ground could not be resisted by the Golden Armored Warriors of the Zhensui Mansion. Even if ordinary people impersonated gods or summoned them, they would be tainted by the ghostly qi.

However, the Reincarnators had their Immortal Fate, allowing them to withstand the ghostly qi. Thus, in their guise, the malicious qi was dispelled, demons and ghosts were awed, and the night was torn by flames.

From afar, they truly resembled divine beings from that other world descending here.

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"Woo..."

As the gods roamed the city, the oppressive aura within it was dispersed.

The fierce gods suppressed beneath the city seemed fully roused, with more evil qi rushing out. The flesh and blood pill furnace within the Wang Family's Pharmacy also seemed to erupt like an emerging tree, growing upward crazily, even breaking through the roof.

Confronting the surging evil qi, Hu Ma, under the protection of divine beings throughout the city, felt his courage soar.

Biting his teeth, he laughed aloud, once more stepping the Gang Step, his purple robe billowing out like a cloud of purple.

"Summon the altar!"

Then, in the incense burner before him, nine life incense sticks simultaneously burst into brilliant light, rising curling with blue smoke.

In the Old Yin Mountain, it was as if an earthquake occurred, the fourth, fifth, and sixth Ghost Altars were lifted, this time even the mountain lord was alarmed.

But from the indistinct sounds, he discerned it was Hu Ma, and even felt a moment of unexpected comfort, lightly sighing, then gently lifting the altars to aid Hu Ma in bringing even the seventh Ghost Altar, directly sending them to Shangjing.

One by one, the Ghost Altars broke through the air, descending from the sky.

The grand city of Shangjing seemed to fall inch by inch, heavily towards the ground.

The evil spirits and Yin Ghosts in the city shivered in front of the apparitions of gods. The fierce gods beneath the city seemed to sense something, utterly enraged, and in the blink of an eye, the pill furnace opened, with black silhouettes slowly crawling out from within.

Soon followed the second, third, and fourth, all bearing familiar faces and eerie figures, speaking in voices mechanical and overlapping:

"Betraying the grace of the gods, deserving eternal punishment!"