Wang Quan mounted the platform to perform his rites, attaching over a thousand Dharma Power Outer Elixirs externally.
He chanted:
Bili bili!
Streams of Dharma Power emerged from his body, turning into spells of colored smoke that descended from the sky like meteors:
Some of the colored smoke became great dragons, large snakes, and vines, merging with the white bones roaming through the gullies.
Some became balls, rolling back and forth on mirrors.
Some became segmented rectangular blocks, silently landing in designated areas.
Some settled into the creations of flesh and steel.
Chug! Chug! Chug!
The steel creations, over a thousand meters tall and covering dozens of li, belched plumes of black smoke.
Colored smoke wandered through the black smoke, awakening it.
The masses of black smoke merged with rust inside the steel creations, forming sprites.
Carrying hammers, chisels, saws, and other tools, these sprites puffed and panted as they shuttled between the enormous creations of flesh and steel, patching and repairing them.
Vast numbers of ghosts and monsters carried materials on their backs, shouting work chants as they heave-hoed their way into the creations.
The creations rumbled within, swallowing the materials and refining them over and over.
Only, some unlucky ghosts and monsters would also accidentally be swallowed by the flesh-and-steel creations, becoming components of these strange constructs.
Jibber-jabber!
Wang Quan continued casting spells.
He blew out breaths that became great winds, sweeping across three thousand li and entering the bodies of the many ghosts, monsters, and descendants of ghost gods.
The ghost gods and the descendants of ghosts and monsters had absorbed the strange fragrance given off by the centaurs. Now, with the wind blowing over them, it immediately went to their heads.
They howled strangely, brimming with enthusiasm.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Over a hundred Dharma Power Outer