Incense smoke soared into the sky!
Wang Quan burned ten cartloads of Sandalwood Incense before the black tiger statue in one go, worshipping it repeatedly.
At his first act of worship, he felt the statue become a little more lifelike.
At his fifth, he felt the black tiger gaze at him.
At his tenth, he saw a woman in a strange black dress looking down at him from high in the heavens, her eyes full of curiosity.
Rustle!
He slapped his Hundred-Treasure Pouch, intending to continue his worship.
But in the next instant, the woman in the black dress stepped out of it. "Stop worshipping me. I'm not in this world right now, much less in this period of time."
"Even if I wanted to protect you, there's little I could do."
"After all, your bloodline hasn't worshipped me for generations. Not much of my power can descend."
An idea stirred in Wang Quan's mind. "Senior, could you perhaps send your power down upon other tiger demons and have them lend me a hand?"
He explained that there were numerous Ghost Gods outside, and he was a lone tree unable to hold up the roof.
The woman in black shook her head. "Back then, I promised only to help when they encountered danger."
"Throughout the long years, whether they expanded in every direction or deliberately stirred up trouble, I never intervened."
Wang Quan...
The woman in black said, "That group of Ghost Gods outside is actually guarding something."
"That thing escaped into another timeline."
"In about ten thousand years, the power of that other timeline will kick it back."
"When the time comes, the two sides will fight, and neither will have time to bother with you."
Ten thousand years?
Wang Quan shook his head. "Ten thousand years is too