Wang Quan was surprised. He had not expected that, after gaining some control over their power, the hundreds of [Northern Deep] ghost gods would show no intention of scheming or resisting.
Instead, they obediently mobilized their power and cooperated with his spellcasting.
"So even beings as powerful as ghost gods fear death!"
Wang Quan sighed.
He had thought that, after living through long ages and experiencing life and death, the [Northern Deep] ghost gods no longer feared death.
The result surprised him.
Crack!
The Five-Colored Altar turned, and the chains drew out the [Northern Deep] ghost gods' power. Guided by Wang Quan's ritual, altar, and spells, it formed an enormous vertical eye.
Gurgle!
The vertical eye rolled, then sprouted a pair of pure white wings and flapped them.
Flutter!
The enormous vertical eye vanished instantly.
At the same time, a curtain of water appeared, and the [Twenty-Four Maces] in Wang Quan's hand disappeared.
Now, mountains and rivers shifted across the water curtain, showing what the vertical eye saw.
A thought stirred in the many [Northern Deep] ghost gods' minds. "This formidable enemy is tracking down a magic treasure."
"Could the magic treasure he's tracking be that saber-and-shield magic treasure?"
As they pondered, they instinctively thought of the crane-shaped ghost god with a tortoise shell.
At that moment, the crane-shaped, tortoise-shelled ghost god remained expressionless as he diligently mobilized his power to trace his own magic treasure.
"Everyone, that magic treasure has been left in the Present World for ten thousand years."
"Besides, it's only a first-tier magic treasure."
"If it's gone, it's gone!"
The many ghost gods inwardly curled their lips.
Heh, easy for you to say.
We've been at this for so long and forged plenty of magic treasures, but the big shots above took them all.
*The only