Even though the Shangwu Dynasty was known for its fierce folk customs, ordinary citizens would still fear encountering such eerie situations. After all, being fierce didn't mean being fearless of death, and anyone afraid of dying would be terrified in such circumstances. Many people had already taken to the streets; in every avenue and alley, one could say that a crowd of citizens and cultivators had gathered. They all, as if by some unspoken agreement, lifted their heads to gaze at the strange apparition above, their faces uniform in shock and alarm.
"What in the world is that?!" A cultivator clad in a Daoist robe expressed his shock: "Why does it possess both divine and sinister qualities? Why does it feel as if it's... like the Evil God described in books? No... no, that can't be possible, can it? How could there... be an Evil God appearing here? What in the world is that thing? Could this be an illusion of mine? Has a demon taken hold of my heart?"
