Sword Casting Manor.
Ning Zheng slowly ascended the mountain, recalling the newly developed divine ability.
"My first divine technique has succeeded, a hundred thousand Qi Fortune Value... I feel that my Three Flowers on the Top have somewhat mutated and become much more solid."
"Even without pulling out, the Immortal Touched His Head, granting 'mortal' fortune... I guess it provides a certain foundational enhancement to me as well."
"However, I feel my Spiritual Root type seems quite special, creating temporary space bubbles of Embers, granting fortune to the Spiritual Root of Embers..."
"Clearly, I am the true Ghost King, right?"
He was restless in his heart:
"Jiao Wuyu, that so-called Ghost King, a born ruler, can govern a few ghosts? They all seem like fakes attracting hatred for me."
At this moment.
Ning Zheng realized how powerful divine techniques truly are.
