"Make it clear—which Ghost Gate Pass?
The true Ghost Gate Pass had vanished for countless ages following the death of a certain Eastern Ghost Emperor in the middle of the medieval era. The Ghost Gate Passes held by later generations were merely imitations of the genuine one. At most, they retained traces of their creator's Dao rhythm, without the power of a Dao Fruit.
Which Ghost Gate Pass are you talking about?"
The Ox-Head God was only briefly surprised. He had not immediately been lured into losing his reason, his mind going blank as someone led him by the nose.
On the contrary, after realizing the value of this information, he wanted to ascertain the specifics. Ordinary people came in strong and weak, geniuses had their highs and lows, and naturally, Ghost Gate Passes had genuine articles and counterfeits.
It was much like the imitation Medicine Master Cauldron the mysterious man was presently stroking. The difference was that forging a Ghost Gate Pass was no easy matter.
Since ancient times, the martial arts system, cultivation methods, and even divine weapons of their Shadow Mountain Lineage had differed from those of orthodox martial arts powerhouses.
According to the Concept of Divine Weapons, one had to wield a divine weapon and merge it with one's own martial arts, sense the aura of martial arts, and carve down an imprint. Only then could man and weapon become one, giving birth to a weapon spirit.
Among them, the Ghost Gate Pass was the most outstanding masterpiece, a work so ingenious it could be called divine craftsmanship, a perfect creation that even Heaven would marvel at.
A Gods and Devils powerhouse who cultivated the martial path of Shadow Mountain had used his own bones, blood, skin, and flesh as its foundation, and the Dao Fruit