True or False Prophecy

While everyone outside worked through the night, Wenren Sheng naturally did not stay up working overtime. He went to sleep as usual.

But inside his Mutated Hair, within that Anomaly prison, a conversation quietly began.

"That Sand Sculpture jailer is already asleep..." Ping Pong Ball said in a low voice.

Silver Marble asked, "Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. He goes to sleep at a fixed time every day. During recreation, I overheard him saying that staying up late damages the skin. What a boring fellow. He cares even more about his looks than the women of this world," Ping Pong Ball said with certainty.

"That's right, I noticed it too," Turtle beside him added.

"It must be safe now," White Rat next to Turtle said as well.

"Fine. We'll begin the ritual immediately, pierce through the prison, and contact my principal, the Ice Wall Guide." Silver Marble nodded.

"Mm." The other three Anomalies answered at once.

The four Anomalies, all possessed of thought and great intelligence, then began drawing a complex ritual in their cell.

Had Wenren Sheng seen this, he would have immediately recognized it as an exceptionally sophisticated Netherworld Communion ritual, one capable of reaching extremely dangerous mysterious beings.

It took half an hour to complete the ritual. It was a massive snowflake of silvery white mixed with pinkish green, covering the entire cell.

Layer upon layer, its six icy crystal branches were exquisitely crafted, so intricate that anyone who saw it would instinctively want to shout, "666."

Then each of the four Anomalies painfully cut away nearly one-fifth of its own body and cast it into the ritual.

Silver Marble then activated the ritual.

The enormous snowflake slowly melted away, then vanished from the cell.

"Will it work?" White Rat asked, looking somewhat listless, doubtful yet expectant.