Clang, clang! Clang, clang...
The vibrations of the metal chains between the totem pillars grew ever denser and more frequent. For an ordinary Sacred Mark wizard, the raw materials for a single chain would have been enough to bankrupt them, yet Green used so many chains as consumables.
Using the totem chains to gather the power of the Eight Wastelands from the Earth Vein World, he raised the gravitational ripple intensity to around two thousand five hundred times. In truth, this was still far from the limit of the power of the Eight Wastelands, but it had already reached the limit of Green's altar totem materials.
"The internal structures of these mithril-gold crystal chains are continuously collapsing. We only have a quarter of an hourglass. If we find any trace of the Demon Doll in the past spacetime, we must convince it to come to this spacetime within that period."
The energy in every direction around the altar had long since turned violent and boiling. The immense gravitational ripples warped the air into high-pressure arcs. To creatures in the distance, aside from the outwardly raging energy, it was difficult to notice the altar here. The curvature of the high-pressure air had shrunk this altar by several thousand times, concealing it.
On Green's shoulder, Little Eight rubbed its wings together inside Green's energy shield, looking both nervous and expectant.
"Quick, quick, quick! Where's the Demon Doll's medium clue?"
Green took out some inconspicuous ashes from the Dimension Gap. These ashes were the remnants left behind during his battle with the Demon Doll, when it raised its own power and burned itself. They were also the foundation that allowed Green to attempt this spacetime summoning experiment.
Otherwise, without any clue, it would be like Green losing Little Eight—once lost, it would be