The Ghost Gods stretching farther than the eye could see had all been cleared away by the Drowning Dao Court.
The ash snowflakes filling the sky were their last traces in this world.
He mounted the altar to perform the ritual.
Bundles of Sandalwood Incense burned, their incense smoke soaring into the sky.
Wang Quan rattled off scriptures and waved a command flag.
Then the sky rumbled.
Boom after boom rang out like thunder.
The tiger demons waiting to drink soup and join the feast rushed out to look and saw the sky split open, revealing a gigantic vortex.
The vortex resembled an eye.
The next instant, a pillar of light gushed out of it.
The pillar of light landed directly on the altar.
Descending with it were all manner of bizarre spirit monsters, monsters, cultivators, and even ghosts and their descendants.
These beings landed, then followed the cloud pillar back into the sky, repeating the cycle. It looked quite interesting.
Meanwhile, the tiger demons also noticed that this gray, hazy world seemed to have gained a little light.
Though it was barely perceptible, they all distinctly sensed that the world had become different at this moment.
The White Tiger patriarch murmured, "This world has gained a thread of vitality."
"Though it's very faint, this world is reviving."
"What changes will the Underworld's revival bring?"
The White Tiger patriarch was curious.
However, he was even more curious about the safe zones Wang Quan had established.
After only a moment's hesitation, he went to Wang Quan to ask about the safe zones.
At that moment, Wang Quan was watching the cloud pillar operate, sensing a blessing akin to favor bestowed by the Third-Layer World from the unseen.
This blessing would not give him any immediate benefits, but instead became part of