Yang Chenghua's state was clearly off.
Holding a wine jar, he poured large gulps into his mouth, gazing towards Chengdu, and gritted his teeth saying: "Some seek peace, some seek wealth, some wish for health, it's endless noise, seeking gods is useless!"
"Immortal Master Erlang is just their delusion!"
"If Immortal Master Erlang really existed, would there be disasters in Shu? Would today's situation even occur?"
"Damn it, they're all a bunch of fools!"
"I am Yang Chenghua, what does Erlang have to do with me?"
"I'd rather be a farmer, work at sunrise and rest at sunset, free from all these vexing matters..."
Listening to these complaints, Li Yan's expression gradually turned serious.
He vaguely understood what was happening.
This was a conflict between divinity and humanity.
All beings forge gods from desire, incense combined with Astral Bane transforms into Divine Power, but at most it can only protect one side from evil influences.
This is a Mortal God.
