"Where to go now?"
"To the west. Just past the two mountains ahead."
Thousand Faces moved soundlessly through the forest canopy, his gray-blue mask reflecting faint moonlight. His steps were light, almost unreal, as if his body itself were only an illusion stitched together by will and technique.
"I really wonder what the second mask does… and how much it can improve my strength?"
A smile crept across his lips beneath the mask.
Just one mask would already increase his combat power by more than thirty percent. More importantly, it granted the terrifying ability to transform into all things—to copy appearance, aura, realm, and even short-term combat strength.
That was only one.
According to legend, the ghost god Onyx Orchid possessed six desire masks.
Six personalities.
Six authorities.
Each mask represented a fragment of Onyx Orchid, each one holding a unique and abnormal power.
Now, Thousand Faces' heart burned with anticipation.
