Chapter 739: 739 The foremost magical treasure of Mount Penglai, the Summoning God Banner! [1st update]
These nine words sounded like a clap of thunder, roaring forth and shaking the very soul.
The light had already dissipated, but the sound lingered on.
Ye Wanlan looked up and saw what Valenkina was handing to her.
It stood three zhang high; under the pitch-black night, the white banner was remarkably striking, sacred, pure, and inviolable.
Even Lian Ye Wanlan hadn’t anticipated that what Valenkina intended to give her was actually the foremost of the three great magical treasures of Mount Penglai—
The Summoning God Banner!
Based on the history she observed, it was theorized that after aiding the Master of Highest Heaven Tower in channeling the Power of Heaven and Earth, and forming a barrier that forced back those enemies, the Summoning God Banner had vanished.
Originally, these three sacred objects were ant to be destroyed, but the Ocean Stabilizing Pearl appeared.
Since the Ocean Stabilizing Pearl remained intact, rely having its power sealed, then the Summoning God Banner ought to be sowhere in the world.
Yet Ye Wanlan truly hadn’t expected that the Summoning God Banner had been kept by Valenkina’s lingering thoughts all this ti.
After a few silent seconds, she stepped forward, reached out, and slowly grasped this magic artifact.
Sure enough, the Summoning God Banner, like the Ocean Stabilizing Pearl, was in a semi-sealed state.
But if not for Valenkina continually keeping the Summoning God Banner, it might have been taken away by the Heaven-reaching Tower like the Infinite Ruler.
This was indeed a great gift.
“Valenkina, you’ve helped so much.” Ye Wanlan slowly crouched down, her hand caressing the blank tombstone, “How can I let you expend effort and worry even in eternal rest; the place where you’re buried shouldn’t have such gloomy things.”
Valenkina had been able to preserve her lingering thoughts until now, also because of the protection provided by the Summoning God Banner.
“Buzz—buzz!”
The Summoning God Banner suddenly trembled, causing even the space to quiver.
Valenkina’s lingering thoughts vanished, and the ghosts ca swarming in, ready to devour Ye Wanlan as soon as she left this place.
Ye Wanlan, holding the Summoning God Banner, walked step by step outward.
The ghosts were ecstatic, lunging forward like starving wolves.
“Swoosh—!”
The white light from the Summoning God Banner suddenly shone with dazzling brilliance, enveloping all the surrounding ghosts.
“Ah—”
“Ahhhhh!”
The wails of the ghosts resounded throughout the valley, piercingly shrill.
Even those who weren’t Psychics could hear the heart-wrenching sound.
The live-stream viewers were dumbfounded, starting to suspect there was sothing wrong with their hearing.
[What’s happening! Did you hear those screams? Like the cries of tortured devils in Hell.]
[It’s over, over; it must be those ghosts that have wandered for hundreds of years! They’ve gone berserk!]
[I’m from the Northern Lands, and I’ve heard many legends about this place since childhood. If it weren’t for Your Majesty Valenkina’s remains here, these ghosts would have rampaged long ago.]
[I have a bold guess. Could it be that Ms. Rong Si destroyed Your Majesty Valenkina’s tomb? That would be punishable by death!]
There was a clamor of voices, and the host grew increasingly anxious.
She continued to consult her superiors, but the order remained unchanged: to continue broadcasting.
Si Minghe frowned, feeling a sense of foreboding.
Being a Spirit Communicator, she could naturally discern that these sounds weren’t from ghosts going berserk, but that they were enduring severe pain, about to vanish completely.
Could it be that Ms. Rong Si actually possessed the power to exorcise these ghosts?
This was absolutely impossible!
Even the Romanov Family couldn’t completely purify this area, relying on Valenkina’s remains; how could Ms. Rong Si alone have such power?
But what was going on now?
Si Minghe felt uneasy and wanted to explore the cetery.
As a Spirit Communicator, she felt as though the ghosts were wailing beside her ears, causing a terrible headache, intolerable.
This painful wailing continued for fifteen minutes, the more spiritually powerful one was, the more aptly they heard it.
Si Minghe’s face turned pale, drenched in sweat: “Lady i’en, do you know what happened?”
“How do you not know, while expecting to know?” i En’s expression was thoroughly impatient, “Shut your mouth, will you? You talk way too much, annoying to death!”
Evidently, she was also greatly bothered by the prior wailing ghosts.
Si Minghe took a deep breath, suppressing her anger.
For now, she didn’t have the standing to confront i En.
But she noted this vendetta!
Si Minghe looked up, towards the cetery.
At this mont, shouldn’t Ms. Rong Si already be gone?
**
The tempest howled, and the last ghost was absorbed by the Summoning God Banner.
The chilling aura shrouding the area finally dispersed, the clouds parted, revealing the bright moon.
“Bang!”
Ye Wanlan knelt on one knee, her face slightly pale, her breathing rapid.
With her current power, using the Summoning God Banner was still too strenuous.
Simply absorbing all these ghosts with the Summoning God Banner exhausted all her strength.
However, a delightful surprise was gauged when after devouring hundreds of ghosts, the seals on the Summoning God Banner showed signs of fragntation.
Ye Wanlan pondered.
This was actually her first ti seeing the Summoning God Banner; its full functionality could only be utilized by the Penglai Saintess Yue Zheng.
But where was Yue Zheng now?
Ye Wanlan glanced at the ti, an hour remained before the competition concluded.
She planted the Summoning God Banner beside her, sat cross-legged, and began to regulate her breath.
Ti ticked by slowly, not only for the competing participants but for spectators too, each passing second felt like an eternity.
“Dong—!”
The bell chid, the contestants rushed out frantically, as if having seen ghosts, only relaxing upon seeing the large company of living people.
Afterwards, as if drained of energy, each collapsed to the ground, gasping, with terror still etched upon their faces.
Ten contestants went in, but only nine erged.
[It’s over, Ms. Rong Si really t with disaster!]
[Dead she is, yet Miss Kristin’s fifty billion is utterly wasted!]
[Luckily I didn’t bet on her; losing even a dollar pains .]
“Ti’s up.” The host’s trembling voice spoke to the cara, “Sadly, it seems our competitor No. 17, Ms. Rong Si, has t misfortune.”
[Looks like Ms. Rong Si was just strong in spiritual power, but lacked combat ability, unable even to defeat those ghosts.]
[Don’t talk about her; even the seed competitors might not manage, so it’s a matter of misfortune.]
“We deeply regret Ms. Rong Si’s unfortunate encounter.” The host tried to calm her voice, “Do any of the contestants have the map fragnts placed in the cetery by the show?”
No one answered her.
For these nine contestants narrowly escaped death, naturally they had no spare ti to search for anything.
If not for the chase by ghosts abruptly stopping, they wouldn’t have exited alive.
“Not even one?” The host cautiously asked, “Even just one fragnt would qualify as a winner advancing to the finals.”
“N-no.” Contestant number 5 said, face pale, “I-inside is too terrifying, I’m withdrawing!”
“Then we’ll have to arrange another contest to declare one winner.” The host stated, “The rules for the additional match are—”
“Since none have found even a map fragnt,” a voice calmly interrupted the host’s words, “you will all be eliminated this round.”
Ye Wanlan erged from the cetery leisurely, as if just returning from the market.
The fragnts of the parchnt map were in her hand.
Seven in total, not missing a single one.
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