Doom explained his thoughts and difficulties, then folded his arms and waited for Deathstroke to state his position.
Su Ming himself had no spellcasting ability. Still, he had not tried during this time to see whether the Vishanti could perceive this place. In theory, Multiversal-level demon gods should all be able to.
"Wade, where's the joss paper I gave you?"
"This? Here, take it back. I got bored with it."
As he spoke, Deadpool pulled several crumpled paper airplanes from his pants pocket. There were even bloodstains on them, though no one knew whether they had been caused by an anal leak.
But there was no time to think about that now. Su Ming drew Godslayer and traced a circle on the Floating Island's ground. He took out a lighter, set the paper airplanes ablaze, and tossed them into the circle. Then he took out several incense sticks and planted them properly.
"Hoggoth, if you can hear me, come back and take a look! Look at the Sorcerer Supreme of your Vishanti! Without you, I'm so empty, lonely, and cold!"
The bizarre eulogy was spoken in Chinese. Doom tilted his head, seemingly finding it difficult to understand, because he had never seen such a magical ritual. There was not even an energy fluctuation.
Wait, it was not quite true that no energy had been used. Burning paper still required fire.
Fire had been one of humanity's earliest objects of primitive worship. Using it as a medium to contact the Vishanti with Mental Power did make sense. No wonder Deathstroke, a non-spellcaster, could become the Sorcerer Supreme. This train of thought alone was beyond the reach of others.
Su Ming had no idea what Doom was imagining beside him. In any case, this trick had worked before, so it should still