Crash!
After millions upon millions of fragments of images vanished, Ghost Gods emerged in the distance, one after another.
They ignored the safe zone beside them and the trembling Ghost Gods of the Second Layer, and instead began building an altar where Wang Quan and the others had disappeared.
A Hundred-Armed Giant growled, "I have plenty of arms, plenty of bones, and a huge body. I can serve as the framework."
As he spoke, he shook his body. His flesh shrank, his skin contracted, and after a series of rattles and crashes, he became an altar of skin and bones.
His arms crisscrossed to form the internal framework.
His legs, sternum, spine, skull, and other parts became the altar's outer framework.
A Ghost God with no visible limbs squirmed over and said in a muffled voice, "I have plenty of flesh. I'll fill in the framework."
With that, it squirmed onto the altar, filling every corner.
With the flesh filling it, the altar's power surged by a considerable amount.
Other Ghost Gods transformed into patterns or reliefs, or reinforced the altar.
Still others simply turned into treasures used to assist with sacrifices, such as lanterns, braziers, and command flags.
After over a hundred Ghost Gods had been expended, the altar was complete.
The altar had eight edges and eight corners and spanned a full hundred li, its surface carved with patterns and all manner of reliefs.
Torches, lanterns, braziers, and the like lined its edges.
Banners fluttered, and colored flags flapped noisily.
The remaining Ghost Gods did not immediately ascend to perform the sacrifice. Instead, they first offered a sacrifice to the altar itself.
"Everyone, your sacrifice was worthwhile."
The Ghost Gods who had built the altar had used their own power and lives to create it.
The moment the