Chapter 473: How Do You Even Begin to Describe This?

Why was it that everything regarding evil spirits, sorcery or black magic always had to be so eerie? Hao Ren had no idea. It was more grating that the eerie atmosphere did nothing for the effectiveness of magic spells. He had sought counsel from Vivian and Y'zaks, the two masters of spells and found out that one did not need a black rock to summon the spirits of the dead. In addition, Demonic runes did go haywire in the presence of anything gold. Magic was something alive, something very malleable. It was something that did not shy away from looking resplendent.

Thus, he felt that even if an underground catacomb with a sealed evil spirit was fully lit as bright as day; had rows upon rows of Teletubbies as well as My Little Ponies lined up against the spell's matrix; and had Spongebob painted over the tomb itself, the seal would still hold up just fine.