"If even the great master cannot suppress Soul Shepherd City, what should we do?"
"Believe in the great master, believe."
"Yes, we must believe in the power of 'belief'."
The people of Mingjiang Prefecture still had great faith in Zhou Xuan, and could only believe in him—in the celestial chess game and in the post-disaster life, it was Zhou Xuan who led the people of Mingjiang Prefecture forward.
And Zhou Xuan "did not disappoint," he lifted his robe sleeve, and pointed his right hand towards the Taoist Ancestor Mask in the sky.
Under his guidance, a rich purple aura began to emanate from within the mask.
The purple aura spread like smoke, surging swiftly, and before long, it painted half the sky over Mingjiang Prefecture in a brilliant purple.
The immense purple aura enveloped Zhou Xuan's City God Temple.
With the support of the Taoist Ancestor's aura, the cracks on the temple's body were continuously being repaired, while the city moved towards Soul Shepherd City.
