It was all because of that Enlightenment Crystal.
Without it, Wang Chen would never have been able to elevate Doom Clock into its current form—Final Hour. And yet, that wasn't the end of its value. Ever since then, a few half-formed ideas had lingered in his mind, waiting for the right moment to be tested.
As the thought surfaced again, Wang Chen flicked his wrist.
A banner unfurled in his grasp, its surface rippling with faint, ethereal light. Ghostly silhouettes seemed to drift within the fabric itself, their whispers almost imperceptible.
The Thousand Soul Banner.
When he had first obtained it, he'd dismissed it as nothing more than a powerful Nascent Soul–grade treasure. Useful, yes—but ultimately limited. Only later, after feeding it thousand of resentment Ghost Souls, had its true nature revealed itself.
This was no ordinary artifact.
It was a Realm Gate—a key.
A treasure capable of granting access to the Upper Realm.
