The massive arched turtle shell had intersecting patterns forming diamond-shaped grids. On closer inspection, each grid was covered with countless intricate runes.
"Come on up..."
Old Wang Ba spoke in a muffled, jar-like voice.
Gao Xuan stepped onto the turtle shell with interest, observing the countless intricate runes on it.
In ancient times, people believed the patterns on a turtle's back represented the will of the gods. So, even in early times, turtle shells were used for divination.
By the time it came to Old Wang Ba, the level of power this fellow possessed was extremely high.
In the Netherworld Realm, purely in terms of energy level, Gao Xuan might not even match up to Old Wang Ba.
Nobody knows how many years this guy has lived, his whole body full of exceptionally powerful Blood Qi Power.
Gao Xuan had killed billions of the Ghost Prison Race along the way, yet the combined Blood Qi of these Ghost Prison Race members might not even match this Old Wang Ba's vastness.
