"Erlang Shen, Erlang Shen..."

While Chen Sheng was repeating the names of the heroes, he headed towards Sichuan and Chongqing.

I have to say, after collecting three Heroic Spirit fragments, the first Heroic Spirit I recalled was Erlang Shen. It really felt like I had drawn an SSR card.

Naturally, Chen Sheng's heart was full of anticipation for the heroic spirit Erlang Shen who was about to return to the eternal day.

According to the setting of myths and legends, he is the god of war of the three realms who is on par with Monkey King. According to the setting of the organization's character setting, he is also a fierce man who can control water and slay dragons.

Now, Chen Sheng felt that this heroic spirit created by the combination of these two settings would definitely not disappoint him.

Yong Zhou just got an extra warrior! He won't be the only one who can carry the heavy responsibility.

Although he has managed to train the first batch of seven people, it still seems a drop in the bucket for the whole world.

Seven level 1 members, plus a bunch of new members who will graduate from Dawn Academy in the future, are far from enough to maintain stability around the world.

A precious high-end combat force can play a big role in many cases.

As he was pondering, Mr. Chen suddenly looked in a certain direction with a gleam in his eyes.

"Abyssal rift?"

"No, it's not quite the same!"

"But it is certain that there is a strong smell of the abyss here."

"You had to be so close to sense it before I could sense it?!"

Mr. Chen frowned, and his originally slow pace suddenly accelerated.

Finally, after a long period of silence.

There was finally some movement in the abyss again.

Chen Sheng should have been able to sense the general aura of the abyss rift covering half the planet.

But what appeared this time was obviously not a crack. The erosion of the abyss changed its erosion pattern again, using a method that would not be easily sensed by Chen Sheng.

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In the Temple of the Two Kings.

Erlang silently glanced at the clay statue, then turned and left without hesitation.

Jilang, who had never used his supernatural powers since being recalled, now casually performed a technique to conceal his presence and applied it on himself.

Going against the flow among the crowd.

Like a fork in the road that forces the river to split.

People passing by will subconsciously avoid him, but will not notice him.

The old man directing the stage behind the scenes, the tour guide with a group of tourists, the tourists taking pictures everywhere and looking for the toilet... no one noticed him.

No one noticed him until he walked out of the Erwang Temple and came to the entrance on the hillside facing the Minjiang River.

Standing at the gate of Erwang Temple, looking at the place where the breath of the abyss came from in the distance, Erlang's eyes flashed with complex thoughts.

As he just began to mobilize his extraordinary powers.

The power of mythological beliefs accumulated over countless years began to try to change him.

The accumulated power of these mythological beliefs had not moved before, but it immediately went out of control when Erlang used his spiritual power to perform magic.

They wanted him to become Erlang Shen.

I want him to be changed by the power of mythological beliefs accumulated over thousands of years and transformed into another shape.

He became the God of War of the Three Realms who carried mountains to chase the sun, split mountains to save his mother, and only obeyed orders but not instructions.

However, the symbol of eternal day deep in his spirituality was emitting a faint glow, blocking the process of change.

The personality of Li Jia Erlang, who controlled floods, joined the Eternal Day, slayed dragons, and transformed himself into a heroic spirit, was not overwhelmed by the personality of the fictional Xiansheng Zhenjun in the mythological belief.

Instead, it was Li Jia Erlang's personality, in the glow of the eternal day symbol in the depths of the spiritual being, that overwhelmingly overshadowed the personality of Xiansheng Zhenjun.

With the help of the symbol of eternal day deep in Erlang's heart, the mythological power accumulated over thousands of years was transformed into a power that did not affect Erlang's personality and was integrated into Erlang's body.

The fragmented and chaotic memories became clear at this moment. Although many memories were still fragmented, they were no longer as unclear as seeing flowers in the fog.

The spirituality that had been dormant for many years now shone brightly once again, and this time, it was tinged with too many mythical colors.

"Use the power of mythical faith to try to make the dormant heroic spirit of the organization stronger?"

"It is indeed a grand gesture that only Yong Zhou could pull off."

Jilang clenched his fists, and narrowed his eyes as he felt the power that was different at the moment.

Not only has his strength increased, but the way his strength is manifested has also changed.

Although this method carries the risk of personality change, under the suppression of the Eternal Day Sign, Jilang is fine.

Erlang Zhenjun of Qingyuan Miaodao inherited many divine attributes of Guankou God, Li Erlang and Zhao Erlang. He is the god of water, war and drama. He is the god who promotes good and punishes evil, bestows blessings and protection, and eliminates disasters.

But under the rule of Eternal Day, he will just be a god who protects mankind.

"It starts now."

"Erlang Shen is me, I am not Erlang Shen."

There was a gleam in Jiro's eyes.

The next moment, perhaps influenced by the old man, Erlang's outfit changed into the classic Lotus Lantern version of Erlang Shen.

The bright silver armor gleamed brightly, completely different from what he had worn before.

His handsome appearance, bright eyes and white teeth make people feel that he has an ethereal and amazing appearance.

With just one step, the long distance was easily crossed in an instant.

In just the next second, Erlang was walking on the water somewhere in Dujiangyan as if he were walking on flat ground.

Although the third eye between his eyebrows has not opened, Erlang can clearly feel the power contained in the river water under his feet.

Not only does he have experience in flood control, his amazing spiritual perception also allows him to detect a strong breath of the abyss from the river water beneath his feet.

The outside world cannot see what kind of power is hidden beneath the seemingly calm surface of the river.

This force obviously wants to cause the river water to burst its banks, causing the river water that had once been well controlled by it to riot and endanger the world once again.

However, Erlang just stood there, and the water flow immediately became obedient as if it was an extension of his arm, and it calmed down in an instant.

With another slight stomp of his foot, all the aura of the abyss causing chaos under the river disappeared.

"Is that all?"

Jiro frowned.

He had just integrated some of Erlang Shen's mythical powers and was ready to show his skills, but it turned out that his opponent was just a piece of trash that could be blown away.

After just thousands of years, has the abyss become so dilapidated?

Erlang, who didn't believe in evil, let some of the power of the third eye between his eyebrows flow out to vaguely enhance his spiritual perception, which strengthened his spiritual perception ability by who knows how many times.

Then, he quickly scanned the river water, trying to explore whether there was something hidden in it, trying to find the source of the power that guided the river water.

Near the scenic Dujiangyan, many tourists gather on the shore.

As one person suddenly noticed Erlang who appeared in the middle of the river at some point, the rest of the people also noticed it.

A man in silver-white armor stood motionless in the middle of the river. Although it was not clear, many people on the shore subconsciously moved closer to see what was happening.

"What the hell? Magic?"

"Light Kung Fu Floating on Water?"

"Is there any activity going on in the scenic area? I heard that the old man here really likes to have fun."

"This outfit... Jiao Enjun?!"

There were constant sounds of sighs and shock.

These tourists, who were traveling with large and small bags, were looking at the scene in the center of the river with curiosity.

The magic of walking on water is not uncommon, but since they can watch magic while traveling, these tourists from all over the world naturally raised their mobile phones and approached the shore to join in the fun.

Mr. Chen, who was looking for the lost spirit of his own hero, also mixed in the crowd and watched the excitement.

(End of this chapter)