Just after reciting the name of Yin Jiao at the Qishan Conferred God Platform, I passed into the shell of Xiao Yin, the deputy general of Lintong Pass. Zhang Guifang's gun had been stabbed into her chest, and I became a lonely ghost wandering around the mountain. There is a reincarnation tree tattooed on his arm, and the circle is spinning and glowing - this thing should not appear in the world of gods. The heavenly soldiers guarding the Conferred God Platform patrolled back and forth, and I passed under their noses. No one looked back at me.
