Divination Ritual!
Liang Qu pressed his nose flat against the transparent barrier, plastering himself to the square box as he stared at the Eight-Claw King, who looked like a specimen. His mouth went dry. Fortune's wheel turns.
Divination, the Eight-Claw King’s Genesis Art—one could only say it was fittingly put to use. The last bit the Eight-Claw King swallowed was of little use in itself. Far better to use the Demon King's status to craft a ritual instrument.
That way, one need not expend extra thought on divination; the entire sequence of procedures might even prove more powerful! The Imperial Court had its Heavenly Observatory; the Ghost Mother Sect had its Star Fate Compass; the Frog Clan had Lord Toad; and the Eight-Claw King himself could divine and foretell, seeking fortune and avoiding disaster.
It seemed the standard for any powerhouse, a kind of unconventional "advisor" or "strategist," dictating whether to move or to hold still. The strong cherish their lives. There is no logic in suffering bitterly through cultivation only to be killed off one day by another.
Conflict brings risk. What if some Wolf Smoke realm boy pulls out a Martial Saint token? That would be game over.