Ghost Gods from the Second Layer of the Underworld descended into one safe zone after another, turning straight to stone to guard their respective territories.
This outcome sent the Dao Seal Cultivators cheering.
Many Dao Seal Cultivators were unwilling to guard the safe zones.
Now that the Ghost Gods were helping, their burden would be much lighter.
They could go into seclusion with peace of mind, refining spells, divine abilities, and magic treasures, and improve their strength without rushing.
They were happy, but the Ghost Gods from the Second Layer of the Underworld were even happier.
By presiding over the safe zones, they had gained hope of becoming Innate Ghost Gods.
This filled them with even more boundless gratitude toward Wang Quan.
"If I awaken someday and encounter the Flower-Scatter Daoist's descendants, I must repay them well, whether I've become an Innate Ghost God or not."
One Ghost God hesitated, then whispered, "Perhaps the Flower-Scatter Daoist won't be dead yet by then!"
The other Ghost Gods froze briefly, then chuckled. "How could that be? Once we turn to stone this time, if we don't awaken during the Era Cataclysm a few hundred years from now, we'll have to wait at least an entire era."
"And after an entire era, even his bones will have crumbled to nothing, won't they?"
"After all, the Era Cataclysm will be here soon!"
When the Era Cataclysm descended, not only Golden Core Cultivators like Wang Quan, but even beings such as immortals would perish.
As Ghost Gods, they were far inferior to immortals, but they were the instigators of the cataclysm, and their chances of survival were far greater than those of the human race.
One Ghost God muttered, "He has formidable reserves, has linked up world after world, and has established so many safe