Chapter 740: Undercurrents
Black Voodoo Cult.
It was a dark place filled with countless voodoo insects as bright as stars flying in the air.
The Voodoo Progenitor’s body floated from a pitch black pond under the first voodoo insect’s control.
Dozens of martial practitioners dressed in black robes were spread out around the lake and waiting in silence.
A long time later, Jiang An, Pope of the Black Voodoo Cult, also surfaced from the pitch black pond.
He looked towards the Voodoo Progenitor with two pools of bottomless dark eyes. Tendrils of electricity passed between Jiang An and the Voodoo Progenitor’s eyes as they exchanged some sort of mysterious information with each other.
If someone were to pay close attention to the duo, they would notice that there were tiny specks of light inside those tendrils. It was a blurry picture that contained the image of mountains and rivers, and the secrets of the four seasons.
“It’s finally done.”
An unknown amount of time passed, and Jiang An finally exhaled a long breath while saying this. His black, murky breath contained the thick stench of rot.
It was as if Jiang An’s body had gone through tens of thousands of years of corrosion and become suspended within the rivers of time for a long, long time. Now, he finally r...