Moreover, those one hundred and fifty thousand elite vengeful ghosts were controlled solely by the demonic dragon's weapon spirit. Add to that Lei Dong's divine sense, which had already surpassed Golden Core Peak, and he had every reason to believe that the army of Ghost Sea ghosts he could command would number more than two hundred and fifty thousand. With such an army, claiming he could run rampant and be invincible across the entire world would be a pure joke. But against ordinary Nascent Soul Early Stage Cultivators, it would likely be nearly unstoppable.
It was worth it. Everything had been more than worth it. The brush with death during that trip to the Nether Domain, and the dangerous feat of withstanding nine heavenly tribulations this time—all of it had brought rich rewards at this very moment. An Innate Spiritual Treasure truly lived up to its name, especially when this one was a rare treasure that had even drawn down heavenly tribulations.
Wang Lei was also incredibly excited and delighted. This was the first time in his life he had forged an Innate Spiritual Treasure, and he had produced such a treasure. Of course, luck had played a considerable part in it. If he tried again, there was still a high chance of failure. For a cultivator so obsessed with the art of crafting, forging a treasure of this caliber meant that his life had not been lived in vain.
"Brother Lei, give this treasure a name. It ought to be distinguished from ordinary Myriad Ghost Banners." Wang Lei rubbed his hands together, looking as though he already had an idea.
Reading Wang Lei's expression, Lei Dong solemnly clasped his hands and said, "Brother Wang, you forged this treasure. You're the most suitable person to name it."
Wang Lei pretended