Fairy Qin's centaurs neighed and galloped.
Their powerful bodies, perfect muscle definition, long manes, and every other feature drew countless ghosts and monsters.
Wisps of fragrance invisible to the naked eye spread over three thousand miles, enveloping the entire expanse.
For a time, every ghost and monster's blood boiled.
Even the powerful descendants of ghost gods felt their blood boiling.
Some centaurs galloped with all four hooves flying, billowing black smoke rising beneath their feet. Wherever they passed, they drew the eyes of countless ghosts and monsters.
Some centaurs trotted leisurely, stopping and starting, glancing left and right.
One combed her hair, swayed her body, and with every breath stirred the hearts and minds of countless ghosts and monsters.
The weaker ghosts and monsters howled strangely, fire blazing in their eyes.
Still, some ghosts and monsters did not like this type.
But that no longer mattered.
As long as some of the ghosts and monsters liked them, that was enough.
The centaurs galloped about, giving the hardworking ghosts and monsters a little pleasure.
Yet amid that pleasure, the centaurs silently soaked the ghosts and monsters in secret medicine, which seeped into their bodies through their skin and elsewhere.
The ghosts and monsters that had been soaked brimmed with energy.
Under their lead, the demoralized ghosts and monsters perked up, howling strangely as they worked like mad.
High in the sky, Wang Quan sat upright atop the Seventy-Two Paths of Smoke and Dust, overlooking the earth.
Yet his eyes held neither the ghosts and monsters nor the Officiant Daoist Nun and the others.
His eyes held only shifting white bones, writhing flesh, gleaming mirrors, and the many other materials.
After obtaining Wang Quan's permission, Ruo Jinghong, Mei Niang, and the other Dao Seal Cultivators who had been among the first to