After the red-clad female ghost who had guided us in vanished, the runes on the four bronze pillars surrounding the Lifespan Appraisal Platform flickered faintly.
The words "birth, aging, illness, and death" glowed in alternation.
Then, green ghostly flames ignited atop the four bronze pillars, as though they had been set ablaze.
They also emitted waves of strange auras.
All the invited guests who had come here widened their eyes as they stared at the Lifespan Appraisal Platform and the four bronze pillars burning with ghostly fire.
Yet aside from burning, the four pillars showed no other abnormalities.
After confirming there was no danger, no one immediately stepped onto the Lifespan Appraisal Platform. Instead, they observed the other invitees around them.
"Damn it, can this thing calculate our lifespans?"
"Could it really be that magical? Do they take this rock for the Book of Life and Death?"
"We ghost cultivators don't have lifespans. How can it calculate ours?"
"..."
Many people began discussing it.
But some invitees were too impatient to wait:
"To hell with all that. I'm going to the seventh level to trade for love!"
"Even dying beneath peony blossoms is romantic. Carnal Forest Hell is something I have to try!"
"..."
As they spoke, several invitees stepped onto the Lifespan Appraisal Platform.
Holding their invitations in their left hands, they looked at the white jade stone before them. After hesitating for a moment, they pressed their hands directly onto it.
Immediately afterward, streams of glowing incantation symbols suddenly appeared where their palms touched.
The symbols flowed, releasing strange energy ripples.
Then, a string of numbers appeared on the invitations clenched in their left hands.
Meanwhile, the spot on the white jade stone where their right hands had pressed lost its luster.
"Huh! Is that it?"
"These numbers...