Under Fu Ji's guidance, Zhang Yu placed a half-burned candle in the middle of the bench, with a cell phone behind it, and two flashlights opened on each side of the phone. Then he picked up a wire and wrapped it around the bench to form a circle.
After setting up the ritual, Zhang Yu asked somewhat incredulously, "Is this ritual really reliable?"
Fu Ji snorted coldly, "In the entire layer of Kunxu, no one understands rituals more than I do. What problem do you think there could be?"
"Even if there is a problem, it could only be the quality of these ritual materials you've prepared that has an issue."
"Alright, next, just do as I say and directly initiate the ritual!"
Following Fu Ji's instructions, Zhang Yu paced around the circle formed by the wires while hearing Fu Ji chant an enigmatic incantation.
The next moment, as the half-burnt candle on the altar turned to ashes, strands of an extremely fine divine power manifested above the ritual area.