It somewhat exceeded Fang Ning's expectations. This knockoff method of praying was quite reliable.
Soon, he managed to communicate with the Heavenly Axiom of this world.
Nonetheless, the communication method between both parties was somewhat strange.
It was hard to tell when an army of ants climbed onto the altar and encircled the dog's blood which he splashed. The ants began to form several Chinese characters.
"It means something." Fang Ning gasped. "Strange and mysterious, indeed."
The first sentence was formed by the ants.
"Who are you?"
"It is I, the Dragon God." Fang Ning announced confidently.
"Anything?"
'Seems like a negotiable one." Fang Ning thought.
"The people have suffered under the Saints for too long. I'm not powerful enough and I'm willing to work with you to defeat them, Supreme One."
"Oh, I see."
"Erm, does this mean you agree to it, Supreme One?" Fang Ning asked in surprise.