Rumble—
Almost in an instant, Xia Ping refined the divine artifact Gate of Hell. Refining a divine artifact should have been incomparably difficult, but with the System's help, it became much easier.
The moment he refined the Gate of Hell, he immediately sensed that it seemed to come alive. The great gate rapidly shrank until it was the size of an ordinary human.
Two adorable eyes grew from the pair of doors, and two tiny feet even sprouted beneath the doorframe.
Then it swiftly took on a human form, becoming a little girl in a black dress, about one meter forty tall. The character for "gate" was engraved upon her forehead, emanating an unfathomable aura, as though it were an imprint of the laws themselves.
"Y-you... are you my master?"
The Gate of Hell blinked and looked timidly at Xia Ping.
"That's right. What's your name?"
Xia Ping nodded, looking at the Gate of Hell. He was somewhat speechless—why were the artifact spirits of all the divine artifacts on him little girls?
"Waaah!"
In an instant, the little girl in black began to cry, tears streaming down her face like rain on pear blossoms, heartbroken beyond measure.
Yet her cries were horrifying, nothing less than the howls of ghosts and wolves. It was as if trillions upon trillions of evil ghosts deep within her body were weeping in grief, exuding boundless sorrow.
Centered on her body, waves of terrifying sound rippled out, shaking the surrounding void until it shattered in every direction, cracking like glass with sharp crackles.
But most terrifying of all, her crying even penetrated the soul, as though it were dragging one's soul into the depths of hell. Countless evil ghosts crawled out from the depths of the void, endlessly tugging at one's body.
"Stop crying! What