The soldiers in front of the cannon formation began to tremble.
It wasn’t fear, but a kind of shudder from instinct, like a young beast facing a prehistoric giant, with even its marrow screaming to escape.
Some dropped their firearms to the ground, while others’ legs went weak and they kneeled down.
More gritted their teeth hard, with blood seeping from their gums, barely managing to stand firm.
This oppressive feeling was far greater than when they faced the three Evil Gods in the White Tiger Gully snowfield before.
At least then, the enemy was visible and tangible.
But the presence in the fog now seemed as if the entire world was against you.
"Set up the altar!"
Yu Chanzi’s voice rang out like a golden bell, instantly drowning out all the noise.
Without another word, he turned and walked briskly towards the back of the military formation.
There stood a giant object three Zhang high, covered from head to foot in crimson silk cloth.
Disciples of Wudang and Dragon and Tiger Mountain had long been ready.
Thirty-six Taoists emerged in single file with copper lamps, arranging them on the beach in the formation of Beidou.
The lamp wicks, soaked in vermillion and realgar, ignited into a gentle orange-yellow flame, creating a circle of light in the darkness as the dense fog approached. Seventy-two Daoist children carried in the incense table, magic drum, order flag, and Peach Wood Sword.
On the incense table were the three sacrifices, with a gilded magic seal in the center.
Precisely the "National Guardian True Martial Treasure Seal."
Yu Chanzi arrived at the incense table, cleansed his hands, burned incense, and kowtowed three times and nine times.
With each kowtow, a talisman flew out from his sleeves, the talisman paper moved without wind, hanging in the air to form a ring-shaped talisman wall. The vermillion runes on the talismans glowed brilliantly in the darkness, as if coming alive, the strokes weaving like dragons and serpents.
"Unveil the mantle!"
Yu Chanzi rose, and with a flick of his horsetail whisk towards the sky.
Four Powerful Warriors exerted their strength together, tearing down the crimson silk cloth.
The three-Zhang high Divine Statue was exposed in the dim firelight.
Sui Lun True Monarch!
The New God enshrined by the Great Xuan Court in recent years, born from the spread of firearms and steam technology.
It is not an Ancient God and lacks millennia of accumulation, yet precisely because of this, it is not restricted by location.
As long as the belief in firearms continues to spread, its strength can reach any corner!
"The ritual begins!"
Yu Chanzi grabbed the Peach Wood Sword, dipped the sword tip in vermillion, and traced a complex script in the void.
With each stroke, the Zhenwu Treasure Seal on the incense table brightened a notch, and flames on the thirty-six copper lamps leapt an inch higher.
Zhang Jingxuan from Dragon and Tiger Mountain simultaneously performed Astral Step, launching seventy-two Thunder Talismans with his horsetail whisk.
The talisman papers flew into the fog, bursting with clusters of bluish-white lightning, temporarily pushing back the dense fog approaching within thirty Zhang.
A warm force spread from the base of the Divine Statue, like an invisible glass dome, slowly covering the entire beach.
The thick fog was forced back to fifty Zhang away, unable to advance any further.
Thus, a bizarre scene was formed—
Within fifty Zhang, the beach was bathed in the dim, warm glow of thirty-six copper lamps, soldiers could clearly see each other’s pale yet steadfast faces, and hear their own heavy breathing.
Beyond fifty Zhang, the world completely changed.
The dense gray-red fog swallowed everything.
Looking up, there was no sky, looking down, no sand, and looking around, no outline of the coastline.
The entire world seemed to consist only of this small island protected by Divine Fire, isolated in the boundless sea of fog.
In the depths of the fog, there was a continuous, rustling sound.
Like countless arthropods crawling across the sand, like damp sleeves dragging over rocks, like covert, mocking whispers, and like stifled sobs.
Occasionally, a huge shadow would approach the fog’s edge, its silhouette flickering briefly in the fog—possibly a giant creature like a whale skeleton, or a multi-headed, multi-limbed monstrous form.
The torchlight only illuminated three to five steps ahead, beyond that, it was swallowed by the fog.
The soldiers formed a circle back to back, with swords drawn, firearms loaded, staring intently at the writhing darkness.
Everyone could hear their own heartbeat, drumming like thunder against their chests.
Li Yan stood at the edge of the lamp formation, the Hook Paper in his hand burning hot.
With the help of the Hook Paper, he vaguely sensed the scene deep within the fog sea.
It wasn’t ordinary fog, but a Chaos mixed with incense resentment and Earth Vein Evil Qi.
And the center of all this was in the direction of Tsushima Island.
There was a "wound" tearing the heavens and the earth, gushing forth a filthy torrent...
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