Perhaps it could be tried—but tried what?
Hua Changdeng's strength, or whether only at such a realm could one prove the "mystery" of reaching the title of god and ancestor?
Whichever way it developed, the mere thought of it was terrifying.
After all, Ba Zunan had built up momentum to this point. There was no way it would be all thunder and no rain—he had even swallowed three layers of lightning tribulation!
The Five Domains had no time to think further. The preaching masters of each faction had only just begun their explanations.
The two men in the field were still as mountains when unmoving, but once they moved, they were like a tide linking heaven and earth, impossible to stop.
Ghost Hunter in Hua Changdeng's hand gave off a faint, ghostly glow. Following close behind Ba Zunan, he took one steady step forward and enunciated each word like a pearl:
"Command: Yincao."
His voice was flat and calm, devoid of even a trace of emotion.
Like a death-dealing judge, he lightly tossed before the man in front of him an execution order representing the death penalty.
Yet the Ghost Buddha Realm shook.
The void darkened, the earth cracked and shifted, as though something was about to be summoned—and its rank was exceedingly high!
"Cluck cluck."
At the foot of Lingyu Mountain, Black Chicken hurriedly cried out.
Yu Zhiwen's delicate body trembled as she hugged Xu Xiaoshou's chicken even tighter. "A Divine Court? What Divine Court?"
At the side, Moon Palace Slave had only been guessing at first. But upon hearing this, his face turned deathly pale, and he muttered distractedly, "The Ghost Ancestor Divine Court... Yincao..."
Yu Zhiwen and Liu Fuyu turned to look at him.
Moon Palace Slave stared fixedly at that figure in the distant sky—the figure