Others may not understand, but the incense fire Taoist knows that the fire of the God of Suffering cannot be extinguished. If this time it goes out, it will be extinguished forever,

and the Calamity Celestial God will completely fall.

"What if you don't return?" the incense fire Taoist asked again.

"Then I won't return."

The words of the God of Suffering were as firm as iron. He looked down at the Mingjiang land shrouded in flames and thick fog and sighed, "If I completely fall, only then will I, this Heavenly God, truly disperse. If I'm scattered, then so be it. After occupying the Heavenly God Aura for so many years, I've come to understand that the aura should indeed be shared with the young talents of today,

for they are the true guardians of Jing Country now. The eight of us Heavenly Gods who survived through various means have all become hoarders of the aura. Perhaps we've all forgotten... that Heavenly Gods were born in response to the will to protect all beings,

Taoist with the bull nose, I shall go first."

The figure of the God of Suffering vanished,

leaving the incense fire Taoist with a sigh: "Infinite Venerable."

...

Within East Market Street, Sister Cui, Yun Ziliang, Zhao Wuya, and the other residents had no escape as the white fog proliferated, and death edged closer.

"What do we do now? We're going to be burned alive."

"Had I known, I would have eaten two more pounds of roast goose yesterday... Today, I would have at least died as one of those overfed ghosts."

"I made a big deal yesterday. My wife asked me to go to the East Market Grand Restaurant for a feast, but I was too stingy to spend money, so I didn't go. If I had gone... at least my wife would have had the honor of dining in a grand restaurant; today, as she walks the Huangquan Road, she could have at least boasted to fellow ghosts she meets..."

The owner of a funeral clothes shop, whose wife had just been burned to death, wiped away tears and said sorrowfully.

"Damn it, stop wailing. We all have to survive."

Yun Ziliang suddenly became resolute,

The catastrophe on East Market Street today reminded him of the "Bloodbath Night of Hidden Dragon Mountain" three hundred years ago, that night, thousands of Dragon Seeking Taoists sought his protection, and he couldn't save a single one. He himself became something neither human nor ghost,

but at this moment, it was as if he suddenly shouldered his former mission, stepping forward to become the backbone.

"Listen to me, turn back."

Yun Ziliang said.

"Turn back, back where?"

"Back to the Old Painting Pavilion."

Yun Ziliang said, "There, we have a deity that can save us."

"Who will save us?"

"Just go."

Yun Ziliang walked in the opposite direction of escape. That direction was filled with swirling flames, leaving no place to step.

"Hidden Dragon Mountain Great Heavenly Master Yun Ziliang is willing to sacrifice himself to embody Great Dragon Qi, imploring the Big Dragon on East Market Street to use its Dragon Qi to shield the residents of East Market Street and help them escape this disaster."

Upon speaking these words, Yun Ziliang urged the meager incense fire and employed the Mysterious Step Technique of the "Ganying Sect"—Dragon Walk, Tiger Step.

The incense fire wasn't enough, and each step was taken with great difficulty, yet they were very skillful, carving out a path devoid of fire in the vast sea of flames,

With each step he took, his figure would become a bit more scattered, as he used his soul as fuel to carve out a path of survival for the residents of East Market Street.

"My soul isn't sturdy enough anymore, I'll use fifty percent of my soul power to clear this path, and offer the remaining fifty percent of my soul power to the Big Dragon, just to ask for its protection of the residents..."

Yun Ziliang made decisions while recalling the events of his life.

Strangely enough,

even though the hatred of the Hidden Mountain Dragon being blood-washed was so immense, as his life came to an end, he couldn't recall it,

The scenes that flashed before his eyes were the joyous moments from the mahjong hall.

"Lao Yang, don't think that just because you're the first landlord of East Market Street, a big proprietor, that in this mahjong hall, you're nothing but this..."

Yun Ziliang recalled "sneering at Lao Yang with a raised little finger" and thought of Lao Yang, whose skull was charred black by the fire earlier.

"Lao Xu, don't complain, I know that you're trying to save money for your old mother's medicine, that's why I never bother to win against you, otherwise, I'd win so much you'd go broke."

"Haha."

The Lao Xu in his memories just laughed and didn't refute.

And just now, while Lao Xu was pinned immobile by the fallen beams, he still reached out to the passerby outside the mahjong hall: "Go to my house and save my old mother. Her eyes are poor and she must still be at home listening to the radio..."

The past companions of the mahjong table made up most of Yun Ziliang's happy memories.

"Follow me, everyone... don't fall behind... I'm Old Yun with very good luck."

Yun Ziliang said as he used his Dragon Walk, Tiger Step to carve out a path of survival for the residents.

Finally, the people had arrived before the Old Painting Pavilion. The small, low-rise building had already been largely consumed by fire, and a newly descending fire meteor cleaved directly inside, causing the flames to surge, resembling a fire qilin, charging at Yun Ziliang.

"After all, we still haven't reached a path of survival."

When the fire qilin was about to pounce on Yun Ziliang, suddenly, a golden dragon claw emerged from the earth, pressing the fire qilin into extinction.

Wind follows the tiger, clouds follow the dragon,

A cloud mass with a radius of dozens of meters gathered, and after the lightning and thunder split by the Great Dragon Qi, bitter rain fell from the sky, putting out the nearby fire.

"The Big Dragon has shown its spirit."

Yun Ziliang knew that inside East Market Street, there was a Big Dragon suppressing the Forbidden Land "Great Mother Star Pit", a dragon as grand as the Ancestor Dragon.

But after all, it was not the Ancestor Dragon, and its nature was extremely fierce, so Yun Ziliang persuaded it to act by offering to "become the Great Dragon Qi."

The Old Painting Pavilion was the closest place to the Ancestor Dragon.

"Master Ancestor Grandpa..."

Unlike the surrounding residents rejoicing in their deliverance from disaster, Zhao Wuya was deeply dejected. He knew what "becoming the Great Dragon Qi" meant.

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