Gu Jianlin felt his heart pounding like a drum in his chest; he silently released the Ancient God's Breath within him. Majestic and fierce dragon horns emerged from the top of his head, his scarlet vertical pupils stern and menacing.
This scene was all too familiar to him, often appearing in ghost stories or tomb-raiding movies, and in his hand, there was no peach wood sword or a Black donkey hoof to ward off evil; all he had, perhaps, was child's urine. Well, he shouldn't be joking with himself now; he had to calm down to face the situation steadily.
The so-called magic artifacts to ward off evil were, in fact, merely folklore imitations created by humans based on the Ancient God Clan's relics and did not possess real supernatural effects. What truly resurrects is not humans, but gods.
