Meanwhile, in the Mingdou Mountain Range, countless vehicles carried basic materials deeper into the valley.
Banner Bro stared at the scene, momentarily dazed.
The Death God Tower. Death God Douluo Ye Xishui. And the terms of this selection for the Holy Spirit Cult's next heir:
Whoever brought the most Undead to the core of the Death God Tower, providing the most computing power for its construction, would become the Holy Spirit Cult's next Holy Son.
As the crowd of young disciples around her whispered among themselves, Ye Xishui watched the framework slowly take shape.
Five whole years had passed since she had first begun working out the plans for this Soul Tool.
Her goal was to finish it within ten.
Whoever captured the most Undead would become the Holy Spirit Cult's next Holy Son.
The moment Ye Xishui finished her announcement, the Holy Spirit Cult disciples began fiddling with the Soul Tools they normally used to collect souls.
One by one, souls shrieking in misery sent their resentment toward the Death God Tower.
For now, the Death God Tower could only contain resentful spirits. It had no means of attack.
Ye Xishui sat on her throne, guarding the crystal, while Banner Bro rubbed the Myriad Souls Banner in his hands.
There had to be thousands, perhaps tens of thousands, of souls imprisoned inside it by now.
Nearly eighty percent were Undead Creatures obtained from Electrolux's Undead Plane. The rest were creatures he had hunted over the years.
If he poured all those living creatures and Undead into the Death God Crystal, he could complete almost a tenth of the task.
After all, if he remembered the original story correctly, the Death God Tower gathered a hundred thousand Undead.
His Myriad Souls Banner alone could supply a tenth of that, drastically