Gu Qingshan reached out and gripped the scepter.
A line of glowing text flashed into view:
"The scepter is too heavy and unsuitable for this performance. It has now been automatically broken down into golden radiance, which is circling around you, ready to awaken the sacrificial dance alongside you."
The dark golden scepter dissolved into countless glittering specks of light, circling Gu Qingshan.
In the sky,
the phantom steadied itself and kept unleashing spells at Gu Qingshan, only to have them rebound off the billions of wishes surrounding him and slam right back into its own body.
At that moment, another line of glowing text appeared on the God of War Interface:
"Because you have gone too long without the power of wishes, and because you have crossed through time and space, it will be difficult for you to directly invoke the sacrificial dance." "You must perform an Overture Dance before you can begin this Dance of Sacrificing Lives of All Beings."
An Overture Dance?
Confusion crossed Gu Qingshan's face.
How am I supposed to know what the Overture Dance looks like?
Perhaps it had guessed what Gu Qingshan was thinking. A new line of glowing text appeared on the God of War Interface:
"Just dance however you like. Use the first level of the sacrificial dance that you're good at."
"The first level of the sacrificial dance I'm good at—" Gu Qingshan drew a deep breath and recalled the dance he had once learned.
The image of the Bald Old Man shaking his hips in beach shorts suddenly appeared in his mind.
This... dance...
Dance...
Gu Qingshan stole a glance at the battlefield—
In the cold wind, everyone was watching him.
All the warriors who had come from across the Nine Hundred Million