682. Preparation

Thump!

Bamong's corpse hit the ground, his eyes still wide open.

"You think you can tempt me with money and power? Hmph..."

Wu Ming sneered. "Who do you think you are? Some eighth- or ninth-level powerhouse?"

With Bamong dead, the entire basement fell silent again. Faintly, the sound of many footsteps came from the manor above.

"But... I thought Makul was the mastermind behind the Three-Eyed Cult. Now it seems Bamong was the one really calling the shots?"

To have climbed so high, Bamong had earned even Wu Ming's respect.

He went to the corner where Bamong had been hiding. A sweep of his Spirit Power immediately revealed a well-concealed little room.

Inside, bundles of Jin Yuan banknotes were piled like a mountain. There were also all kinds of ancient gold and silver coins and other precious metals, while countless gems lay scattered across the floor like worthless stones.

"That's quite a fortune..."

Wu Ming barely glanced at it. He connected his consciousness directly to the Main God Space and waved his hand. The gold, silver, jewels, and banknotes vanished from the floor.

Only a black hardback book remained, resting quietly on a black table at the center of the room.

The book was thin, its surface worn with age, like an old notebook from an archaeological dig. But when Wu Ming drew closer, he sensed a glimmer of supernatural power emanating from it.

"This is an ancient text imbued with power, just like the Book of Endings!"

Wu Ming was certain.

He casually flipped through a few pages and found a ritual that explained how to summon the Three-Eyed God from the void through cruel sacrifices—and gain power in return.

Unfortunately, Bamong's talent was limited. He had only managed to turn Makul into a beast. He had planned to