Chen Jichuan passed by the Bell Tower and found an uninhabited house to stay in the city.
No hurry to cultivate.
His divine soul emerged, returning once more to the City God's Domain.
This time, Chen Jichuan more meticulously sensed himself, comprehending the Divine Dao Talisman. Subtle, almost imperceptible auras surged from all directions, like trickling streams, converging into the talisman, eventually transforming into incense offerings. The talisman operated, the incense offerings were refined, originally colorful and mixed, turning into a pale gold, closely resembling the divine power flowing in the talisman.
"Incense offerings."
"Divine power."
"Although the Taiping Prefecture City's City God Temple is dilapidated, there are still incense followers in the great city, mostly offering casual prayers for peace of mind."
Even if not devout enough.
Hundreds or thousands of followers each contributing a tiny portion of incense, accumulates into a river over time.
