At midnight, it was born from a dark corner, slowly spreading like an opaque fog.
The dim gas lamps and electric lights not only failed to dispel it but cast deeper shadows on the ground and walls.
And those shadows were its nourishment.
The fear in people's hearts of the dark corners would nourish it, enabling it to engulf the entire district within minutes.
If no one stops it, a city would turn into a dead city overnight.
"Luckily, the first person you met was me." Jeming gazed at the surging darkness, his voice returning to calm.
Then, he released the suppression.
Dark golden light erupted from his body outward, Jeming's figure suddenly enlarged, and a dual-faced Dharma Form materialized above the sea.
The Dharma Form, towering a thousand meters high, quietly floated in mid-air, its back piercing into the low-hanging clouds, with each outline seeming cast from Refined Gold tempered for centuries, making it look extraordinarily heavy and solemn.
