The altar for the Heavenly Ghost Transformation Sacrifice Ceremony is not upon the land of the Underworld.
It resembles a forgotten beast's massive fang, floating alone amidst the firmament, deep within the ominous clouds.
Cold whirlwinds envelop the altar, the clouds are torn apart by the tempest, leaving only sparse soul dust upon the altar.
The structure itself is assembled from colossal, pallid bones riddled with cracks, whose fringes constantly shed fine bone fragments, then grind away completely in the whirlwind.
"So, at the last moment, it comes down to just me alone, doesn't it?" The Lord of Wanchuan stands at the altar's edge, clad in a dark black robe.
The fierce wind outlines his withered form ever more jaggedly, the wide sleeves of his robe cling closely to his arms, revealing an almost inhuman sharpness of silhouette.
Immediately, the aura of distraction in his eyes fades, revealing a fierce glint.
