This sort of thing was what could truly be called a spiritual object of heaven and earth.
When the Ancient Demons first saw the ginseng, they had turned pale with shock, but now, one by one, they obediently shut their mouths.
If it was a treasure with a ginseng age of several hundred thousand years, then naturally it could be used for possession.
Only, such a thing should not exist in a lower plane. Could it be that Devil Ancestor Bingpo had intended from the very beginning for her soul fragment to descend here, and that this Spirit-Connecting Ginseng had been brought over from the Saint World?
Of course, they did not raise this question. By now, the ritual had already begun.
They saw that in midair, the young girl named Qiaoyun had brought out a treasure. It was a jewel as black as ink, the size of a fist, its entire body a deep, profound black, with a mysterious aura surging out in abundance.
Then the girl moved, as if dancing. Following her movements, the sound of jade pendants chiming in a flurry came from her ankles—it was made by the Ankle Bells striking against one another.
That sound was crisp to the extreme, yet it had nothing to do with being pleasant to the ear. Instead, it made one feel a burst of heart-palpitating dread.
It was as uncomfortable as if it were summoning souls.
Then the incantation in the girl's mouth grew ever more urgent, and she sprayed three mouthfuls of essence blood in succession toward the front.
Puff...
It struck the Demon Pearl dead on, and was then absorbed by that pitch-black bead without a single drop left.
A whoosh sounded in their ears, and then they saw black radiance flickering over the bead, the demonic