The Sacrificial Dance began.
A wondrous sensation seeped into Gu Qingshan's thoughts from somewhere beyond his grasp.
He suddenly understood: this was an opportunity.
The Sacrificial Dance was the most direct, most primal, and freest form of power. It could help him understand many things.
The drums began.
The first flash of understanding dawned in Gu Qingshan's heart.
So gods were the embodiment and masters of rules.
Gather a certain rule together and make it powerful enough, and one could control everything connected to it.
For example—
The first rule Yellow Springs Ghost King possessed was command over the dead.
The first rule the Earth God possessed was command over all that lay hidden beneath the earth.
When the two rules converged, they granted Gu Qingshan a Divine Skill of his own.
—Sacrificial Dance of Slumber.
Now, the Twelve War Angels had arrived behind him, ready to fight for him.
The world revealed its true nature before Gu Qingshan.
"Attack!"
Gu Qingshan pointed with his sword.
The twelve angels charged forward, unleashing their mightiest powers as they battled the invisible curses on the Suspended Bridge.
They were the strongest. With a mere wave of their hands, they wiped out swaths of invisible monsters.
Gu Qingshan glanced at them and shook his head, murmuring, "Not enough."
He began to dance with his sword.
The faint light around Gu Qingshan extended along his blade, sweeping out in a graceful arc.
The killing intent had vanished from the sword. In its place was a sense of compassion and solemnity.
"Everyone, come."
He spoke softly.
Throughout all of Sacred Heaven, every angel buried underground burst from the earth and flew out of the cemetery.
The angelic remains raced across the sky and descended upon the Suspended Bridge.
They drew their weapons and fought the