The story splits into two parts.
The Netherworld beneath Black Wind Town.
The City God's Temple.
A Daoist sits cross-legged on a cushion, his half-transparent body shrouded in gray fog.
Suddenly.
The Daoist opens his eyes.
"My spirit has completely stabilized. Next, I just need to return to the real world and start Hang-up Cultivation. Then, it will be a matter of course to practice to reach the peak of Spirit Night Travel."
Xuanqing senses the state of his spirit.
Of course.
Before returning to the real world to start Hang-up Cultivation, he intends to see if he can deal with Elder Jinchi first.
"How do you feel, Daoist friend?"
A clear voice rings in his ear, the voice of the City God.
Xuanqing looks up.
This City God has changed a lot compared to before. His soul has become more solid, and his aura is more abundant. He finally has the feeling of a proper Seventh-grade Yin God.
"You look great, Lord City God!" Xuanqing praises.