Divine Seal: The Shadow Legion, I am the Shadow Lord.

Meanwhile, inside the Warrior's Temple.

Wang Yuanyuan stared intently at the ghostly mask floating in front of her.

Unlike the hesitation of the others, her eyes were filled with an almost resolute look.

"Power is power! It doesn't matter where it comes from, as long as it can kill demons, that's enough." She clenched her fist, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

As the sole inheritor of the Giant Spirit God's bloodline, Wang Yuanyuan carries a heavy burden of hatred.

Her great-grandfather and father both died at the hands of the demons.

The heavy burden of family inheritance and the deep-seated family feud gave her an irreconcilable blood feud with the demon race, and becoming stronger and seeking revenge were the driving forces behind her cultivation.

Now, a ghostly mask imbued with immense power appeared before her, though this power did not belong to the six great temples.

But she could also tell that this power did not belong to the demon race, and that was enough.

Without the slightest hesitation, she reached out and grabbed the ghostly mask in front of her, which was entirely dark green.

The moment the mask touched her face, its shape seemed to subtly adjust, fitting perfectly.

The style of the mask worn by Wang Yuanyuan is completely different from that of Sheng Cai'er.

Its lines completely abandon delicacy and embellishment; its wide and deep eye sockets are like two lurking green abysses, and its gaze shines through them with a wild and fierce quality.

Wang Yuanyuan felt a violent and tyrannical force surge into her body like a torrent as she put on the mask!

This power did not conflict with the power of the giant spirit god bloodline inherited within her; on the contrary, it created a wild resonance.

It was as if it had awakened a more primal fighting instinct deep within our blood!

She could feel that her external spiritual power had increased significantly.

Feeling the power within her body, Wang Yuanyuan even wanted to burst into laughter.

To her, any power that can kill demons is a good power!

As for who the commander-in-chief is and what will happen eight years from now, those are things to be discussed later!

As soon as Wang Yuanyuan had a thought, a series of extremely heavy stomping sounds rang out.

The light in her room seemed to be sucked away instantly, making it dim.

Immediately afterwards, several enormous figures emerged from the shadows on the ground.

These figures were extremely burly, averaging nearly three meters in height, resembling miniature steel giants.

It almost burst through her already spacious room!

Just by standing there, they exude a heavy, oppressive feeling that makes one's legs go weak.

This is the giant shadow summoned by Wang Yuanyuan!

In stark contrast to the slender, enigmatic purple-eyed ninjas summoned by Saint Cher, these giant shadows possessed bodies imbued with the most primal aesthetics of power.

Although their bodies are made of shadow energy, the outlines of their bulging muscles are still very clear.

They had no weapons, but their fists, which were larger than sand bowls, were themselves the most terrifying heavy weapons.

Wang Yuanyuan looked up at these "shadow creations" that exuded a sense of power.

Far from feeling the slightest fear, their eyes blazed with intense heat!

She could clearly feel the close connection between herself and these giant shadows, and these ghostly legions obeyed her commands completely.

"Great! That's fantastic!" Wang Yuanyuan excitedly pumped her fist.

With the assistance of these ghostly legions, she now possessed the true power to fight against the demons.

She seemed to already see the magnificent scene of herself leading these bronze giants on the battlefield of the future, crushing the demon's defenses like a torrent of steel.

While Sheng Cai'er and Wang Yuanyuan each chose their own Ghost Masks, the other six made more cautious choices.

Among them, there was another figure who chose to accept this power.

The remaining six people, including Li Xin from Haoyue City, Chen Ying'er from the Soul Temple, and Yue Ye from the Moon Demon Palace, did not immediately make a final decision.

However, they soon discovered that even without wearing masks, they could complete the "contract".

The Shadow Masks chose them, and they too can draw upon a portion of the Shadow Legion's power before making a final decision.

However, that requires a lot of spiritual power to do, and the number and quality of the summoned ninjas are far inferior to those that Sheng Cai'er and Wang Yuanyuan can control with ease.

This is more like a temporary "borrowing" than a true "control".

But that's a story for another time.

Inside the Soul Temple, Chen Ying'er wore a well-tailored pink dress.

Her skirt swayed gently with her steps, making her already delicate skin appear even whiter.

She held the ghostly mask in her hands, her little face devoid of its usual innocence, instead showing a rare look of confusion.

"This thing... is so strange," she muttered.

Her beautiful eyes were full of curiosity, but she didn't readily try wearing it.

She didn't choose to risk it alone, nor did she hide anything; instead, she strode off and ran into the depths of the courtyard.

"Grandma! Grandma! I've encountered something strange!" A clear voice rang out in the quiet courtyard.

The person she was looking for was her grandmother, who was also the vice-master of the Soul Temple, a woman of great power and extensive knowledge.

Not only Chen Ying'er, but the other people chosen by the Ghost Mask also made similar decisions.

Inside the Knights' branch hall of Bright Moon City, Li Xin, after her initial shock and hesitation...

Wearing that blue ghost mask, he found his teacher, Nalan Shu, the branch hall master.

When they chose to tell their elders about the existence of the Ghost Mask.

They discovered that they could tell some information about the Ghost Mask.

However, when it came to Yunxuan, they couldn't utter a single word.

The high-ranking officials of the six holy temples, as well as the wise men of the demon race, were all shocked upon hearing this unprecedented news.

They also tried to study it, but after trying, they discovered that, apart from the chosen ones, they could not touch the ghost mask at all.

After some discussion, they finally reached a largely consistent conclusion:

That means we should wait and see, and try it out with caution.

Thus, Li Xin, Chen Ying'er, Yue Ye, and the others followed the instructions or tacit approval of their respective elders.

The exploration and testing of the Ghost Mask's power began.

Inside the Shadow Temple, Yun Xuan was currently experiencing the new power he had awakened.

But when he looked up, he noticed that the stone platform where the ghost mask had been placed was now completely empty.

But soon, he saw the shadows ripple outwards like waves.

Immediately afterwards, three lifelike statues slowly emerged from the shadows and stood quietly in front of him.

These three stone statues are in different shapes and sizes:

A wiry and powerful figure, the most basic silhouette of a ghost ninja.

A towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, is the very image of the Giant Shadow Legion.

Another statue is slightly slender, with a pair of bat wings on its back, representing the Flying Shadow Legion.

"What's going on?" Yunxuan frowned slightly, then walked closer to observe carefully.

He could clearly feel a close connection with the three stone statues, as if they were "military tokens" extending from his power.

"This is... the nine legions corresponding to those nine masks?" Yunxuan immediately thought of the nine masks that disappeared in the temple.

"Judging from the current situation, those nine masks should be similar to divine artifacts choosing their masters and disappearing on their own. The legion that has appeared now should mean that someone has accepted the masks and thus activated the corresponding legion permissions?" Yun Xuan pondered.

He then began to try to channel his power, shadows flowing between his fingertips.

"Swish!" "Swish!" "Swish!"

Three figures appeared in response to the summons: a basic ninja, a giant shadow, and a flying shadow ninja, all composed of pure shadow energy.

Yunxuan carefully examined the three ninjas he had summoned.

However, after careful observation, Yunxuan discovered that they did not seem to be completely the same as the images in "Jackie Chan Adventures" from his previous life.

"It feels... a little different from what I remember," Yunxuan said thoughtfully, rubbing his chin.

"Could it be because of the mask's owner himself?"

In Jackie Chan Adventures, the Shadow Masks only chose ordinary people, so the Shadow Army they summoned was just a bunch of shadows.

But now these ghostly legions seem to have evolved?

Even its own image has changed.

This only made Yunxuan even more excited.