Just as White-Haired Ancestor and the others were sent into the mines by Black Hand, Wang Quan cast a spell, skinned a Lantern Monster, then draped its hide over himself and rolled on the ground, transforming into a genuine Lantern Monster.
He had learned this trick from Fierce Tiger Daoist.
Once he used it, never mind cultivators-even Lantern Monsters would take him for one of their own.
Whoosh!
After using the idiot's spell to crudely read the Lantern Monster's memories, Wang Quan rose into the air and drifted around with a whip in hand, observing the place.
He floated beside one ghost god after another, watching them breathe and examining their injuries.
He discovered something:
Some of the ghost gods' wounds looked rather familiar. They were lingering traces of the strike he had delivered by summoning the [Sky Patrol Magic Treasure] last time.
"After all these years, these fellows still haven't fully recovered?"
At that moment, Wang Quan gained a deeper understanding of the Sky Patrol Magic Treasure's might.
He wove through the mountains, casually flicking his whip to lash a few unlucky souls.
Moving about like this, he actually aroused no creature's suspicion.
Soon, he spotted Black Hand and the other Spirit Monsters.
In Stone City, Black Hand could only serve as flesh-and-blood material to keep Spinning Wheel running.
Yet here among these mountains, he was something like a chief steward:
Splitting mountains, cutting through rock, excavating rivers, opening caves-everything was under its sole control.
After observing for a while, he discovered that Black Hand was constantly cursing, complaining that the laborers worked too slowly.
He circled around for several days and gained some understanding of the situation. When he learned that the Tenth Reincarnation King intended to forge the Pinnacle of the Mountain Range to withstand the many