In the square on Cyan Feather Mountain, the thirty-foot-tall Gu Peng stood proudly.
He held a long spear that was even taller than he was. The massive weapon was an icy, iron-gray color, and at a glance, it looked like a twisted line of gray light, tearing an abyss into the vast sky above Cyan Feather Mountain.
The abyss was impossible to look at. A single glance would shake one's very soul, creating the terrifying sensation of being pulled into its depths.
A weapon of this caliber would make one's heart pound as if it were something forbidden, even if it wasn't wielded by a Celestial Pride like Gu Peng—even if it just existed on its own.
The entire square on Cyan Feather Mountain suddenly fell into an eerie silence. The phantom of the City God stood high above the northern part of the city, gazing down at Cyan Feather Mountain.
