Wang Quan took an interest in the stone people. "Come on, let's take a look!"
"All right!"
In a huge warehouse, Wang Quan saw the stone people delivered by the All-Under-Heaven Dao Court.
There were eighteen stone people in total: some looked like old men or old women, while others looked like youths.
Every last one was human.
They were lifelike, like living beings sealed by a petrification spell or Divine Ability.
An understanding dawned on Wang Quan. Recalling some records in the General Compendium of Unorthodox Paths, he used a few minor methods from it to verify whether this was true.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
One special minor spell after another sank into the stone statues.
The next instant, dim halos appeared behind the statues' heads.
These were True Spirit Halos.
Every living being had a true spirit. As long as they remained alive, their true spirit stayed within their body.
Within the halos were the beings' appearances during their lives.
Those appearances matched the stone statues' faces exactly.
The dimness of the halos indicated that these beings' lifespans had reached their end.
Many of the halos flickered on the verge of collapse.
This also meant that, once they revived from their petrified state, they would probably die and their Dao would perish before even a day had passed.
Now that they had become totems, their power could be bestowed upon ordinary people.
When necessary, the incense offerings they absorbed, combined with totem methods, could even counter powerful enemies.
Their final trump card was revival.
"The Dao Court really went all out."
"They actually turned this bunch of old monsters into totems."
"It seems they aren't certain of victory against the era cataclysm either."
Vast numbers of powerful cultivators at the end of their lifespans had become totems to protect