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  Network Culture Operation Permit: Wen Wang Wen [2010] 129 Hao

  In the years since the city's guardian deity stopped manifesting, a rumor has been secretly circulating in Balin City that it is an abandoned place of the gods. It is said that no matter where people go after death, they will all sink into the underworld without exception. This dark rumor only subsided when the four deities simultaneously entered the city. But their peace was short-lived, as the sky turned black and never brightened again. In the gloomy, dark fog-shrouded city, this rumor re-emerged in people's minds, becoming deeply ingrained, as if it had become a predetermined fate.

  Everyone rushed to the city center's Chenghuang Temple, where a god was manifesting his true form in mid-air. Fortunately, Zhongli City God was still there, with his staff already stuck into the temple grounds, although the divine light on his body was no longer as dazzling as it had been initially.

  In the dark, there was a layer of light aura protecting himself, sitting still and motionless, no one knew what he was doing, while the green vines beside him stretched into the sky, as if they had already grown to the ninth heaven.

  When many people saw Zhong Li's appearance, they suddenly remembered that there was a river god in the south of the city. As they ran to the temple of the river god, before they even got close, they could see from afar that the temple of the river god, which had been quiet when other gods were showing off their powers, was now shrouded in a layer of clear light, like a fountain of water gushing out. The soft glow covering the temple of the river god made people feel more at ease. At least they knew that there were still gods around, and they hadn't sunk into darkness like them.

  On the main building in the city, the four city guards stood there, among whom the east city guard said worriedly: "If this continues, our Baoling City will really be erased from the world." His voice was very low, and only the other three city guards next to him could hear it.

  "Nalan Wangye dares to call himself the Divine King, how could he fall so easily? Let's wait and see!" Beicheng Shou said with a furrowed brow, but despite his words, his resolute face couldn't hide his deep concern.

  Unless absolutely necessary, we cannot relocate the city with everyone. In a hurry, there is no place to stand, and relocation means the destruction of Balin City. The old city master handed over Balin to us, and we absolutely cannot let Balin be destroyed in our hands. This is not only unforgivable to the old city master, but also unforgivable to all the lives in this city." Xicheng Shou said solemnly.

  "Now we only have two paths to take, to hold our ground or to relocate. If we were to relocate, there wouldn't be any other city that would dare to take us in, because once we abandon our city, we will be branded as people abandoned by the gods, and they will fear that we bring disaster with us. So whether we leave or stay, we face struggle either way." He paused for a moment before continuing, "The heavens have abandoned us from Ba Ling, how can we abandon ourselves?"

  The most silent one, Dong Cheng sighed and said: "Yes, even if the heavens abandon us, Ba Ling City, how can we abandon ourselves?"

  "The River God of Jinghe is still there, let's go take a look," said Beicheng Shou.

  When they arrived in front of the River God Temple, the people who had been surrounding it immediately made way for them. Originally, there were several demon spirits standing in front of the temple who had entered the city with Chen Jing, but now not a single one was left, and it was unknown when they had all left Ba Ling City.

  "Nan Cheng Yan Zhongqiu seeks an audience with the River God!"

  Nan Cheng Shou Yan Zhong loudly said to the Chao River Temple, and as his voice sounded, the empty space in front of the temple suddenly became quiet. At this time, the gods were their reassurance. Apparently, Chen Jing also knew that when the sound started, the divine light covering the river god temple was strengthened, as if responding to his words.

  At the same time, a white light wave suddenly rose in the temple, and a person walked out of the light. He was wearing a pale blue robe with a long sword hanging from his waist, giving people a sense of calmness and stability.

  His appearance, the temple of the river god suddenly fell to the ground a large piece, even the four city guards also bowed their heads in respect. Chen Jing looked at the scene before him with a feeling as if he had transcended the world. In those days, he was fleeing from this city, and after many years, today, he was invited back as a god. The city was still the same city, people were still people, but Chen Jing's status was different. In those days, he never entered the temple, never worshiped gods, and even hated himself or others going to worship, but now he accepted others' worship, although his heart had no joy, nor did he reject it. He wanted to find a reason, but couldn't find one.

  Some changes always occur without being noticed, and human nature is forever indefinite.

  The four city guardians are all present, and the one speaking is the guardian of the south city. He is the one who invited the River God, and he says loudly: "The city of Ba Ling requests the protection of the River God. Now that Ba Ling is no longer visible in the sky, I dare to ask the River God, what will become of all the living creatures in our city?"

  Apart from the sound of Nan Cheng's voice, there was not even a rustling of wind. The people who had fallen to the ground seemed to be able to hear their own heartbeat. After a while, still without hearing Chen Jing's response, one by one couldn't help but lift their heads, only to see the River God in front of the River God Temple looking up at the sky, as if the future of Ba Ling City was in the sky.

  "...I dare ask the River God, where will the tens of thousands of lives in Ba Ling go to seek refuge?"

  Yan Zhong raised his voice again, asking a question that had long existed in the mortal world, but rarely had such a direct confrontation with the gods. The river god temple was quiet and silent.

  Chen Jing looked at the fearful yet hopeful eyes, closed his own for a moment, and said, "If there's a place to migrate to, it's best to migrate." Chen Jing looked at Yan Zhong with a serious expression, his voice sounding like the gentle morning breeze in Yan Zhong's ears, carrying a hint of coolness. Yan Zhong felt disappointed and said, "Winter is approaching, if we migrate, we can only pave the road with the corpses of the people in the city."

  The temple of the river god fell silent again, and Yan Zhong's not-so-loud voice was piercingly loud at this moment. Chen Jing looked around, and at this moment, his original resentment and affection for this city completely disappeared. In his eyes, he seemed to see a road paved with corpses, corpses and blood flowing endlessly, filled with cries and desperate struggles on the road.

  Chen Jing looked at the dense blackness in front of him and said slowly again: "If everyone is unwilling to leave and willing to believe in me, I naturally will not leave either. I will do my best to protect this city of Balin."

  Suddenly, a young man squeezed into the crowd from afar, looking flustered. Before he even approached, he loudly shouted "City Guard!" but immediately fell silent, not finishing what he was going to say. Instead, he came to Yan Zhong's side and whispered something in his ear.

  Yan Zhong's expression changed suddenly, but he immediately suppressed it. He glanced at the other three city guards, wanting to speak but stopping himself. The expressions on the faces of the other three city guards also became heavy, but they didn't say anything, clearly knowing what the young man had said. Among them, the Western City Guard couldn't help but ask: "Can't get out?"

  "The city gate has disappeared." Yan Zhong said in a low and rapid voice.

  He didn't want people to know, but how could he hide it, the crowd had already spread the rumor of his disappearance. Suddenly everyone was in a panic, and they looked at Chen Jing with alarm. Originally, there was still a way to abandon the city and flee when all else failed, although Yan Zhong had analyzed that abandoning the city would also be a path of almost certain death, and it was not an option until the very last moment. But in people's hearts, this route had always been available, and now it was cut off.

  All of this was already clear in Chen Jing's mind, and much clearer than theirs. At the time when the black fog filled the city, he had known that there would be such a day, and he knew more clearly than anyone else that if the people of Ba Ling City were to move away, the people of the entire city might not even have one in ten survive, not just because it was now winter, which was only a weather issue. More importantly, in this world where ghosts, demons, and spirits coexisted, it was very difficult for those without divine protection to survive.

  Even Yan Zhong couldn't calm down, and in the blink of an eye, a good city turned into a ghost domain. How many people can accept this? If he wasn't also a Confucian who cultivated his spirit, he would have knelt down and worshiped like ordinary people.

  One by one, they looked at Chen Jing, and their eyes were different from before. If previously they were still the eyes of a suffering person seeking a place to settle down, now they were the eyes of a drowning person hoping that someone on the shore could save his life.

  Chen Jing's heart was filled with waves of ripples. For him, the most unbearable thing was that his life was not in his own hands, and he couldn't ask others to save his life.

  Just as he was about to speak, the City God Temple in the center of Ba Ling City suddenly burst forth with a brilliant light, shining brightly amidst the dark fog and casting a colorful glow over the city. The people of Ba Ling City were initially shocked, but then they rejoiced, lifting their heads to gaze upwards. They saw that the bell on top of the City God Temple had vanished into thin air, and the brilliant light was coming from the green vine that grew towards the heavens. However, this green vine quickly began to rise rapidly towards the heavens. Suddenly, a black hand emerged from the City God Temple and grasped the green vine. The vine shone brightly, frantically struggling upwards, but it could not shake off the black ghostly hand.

  Chen Jing's eyebrows furrowed, and a dazzling light burst forth from the crowd in front of the River God Temple, shining even brighter in the darkness. Those with quick reflexes immediately looked up at the sky above the City Guardian Temple, only to see that white light transform into a silver aura, wrapping around the dark ghostly hand before breaking off at the wrist. The hand above the wrist slapped against the temple's roof tiles and dispersed into black mist, while the arm instantly withdrew back into the temple. The white light flashed once in mid-air, transforming into a person clad in pale blue robes with a long sword hanging from their waist, exuding an aura of clear ripples like river waves.

  He quietly appeared, stepped into the void, and looked up at the rattan strip that quickly disappeared above the nine heavens.