Yang Jian left Hongfa Temple.
He hadn't gotten the answers he wanted, but confirmed one thing: the entity that had imprisoned the White Bone Tree and that three-meter-tall shadow had vanished without a trace, yet had not resurrected within Dachang City.
But he had a premonition that this ghost had already appeared somewhere in the world.
Some unimaginable horror was brewing.
The world was so vast, heaven only knew which unfortunate place would encounter the ghost's resurgence.
Just like the existence of the Ghost Infant, initially the danger was small, hiding in a major city so well that its presence was hardly felt, but once it fully revived, it would be a catastrophic disaster.
"I can't worry about everything. In a world where ferocious ghosts are resurrecting, the dangers are far more than just that thing. This world is already like a dilapidated house with leaks everywhere. It's enough to take care of my own patch," Yang Jian thought to himself.
