Several days later, late at night.
Inside the central stone hall of Camp Hai.
Lan Zhang lounged sideways in a stone chair, a faint smile at the corner of his lips. "This is Outer Heaven, far from the Netherworld. Newly born Yinlings possess weak Yin Spirit Divine Power, so the Dew Gathering Incantation malfunctioning slightly is only to be expected."
"With Ghost Gate Pass as an anchor and the Yellow Springs Department providing guidance, the power of the River of Forgetfulness fills all of Camp Hai."
"One failure would be understandable, but widespread spell failures are absolutely impossible!" Shen Yan's expression was icy.
"Is that so? Then has Supervisor Shen found the reason?" Lan Zhang's expression remained unchanged as he continued to curl lazily into his stone chair.
A vicious glint flashed through Shen Yan's eyes. "The Dew Gathering Incantation relies on the River of Forgetfulness."
"The repeated failures of the spell mean someone is secretly sealing Ghost Gate Pass, preventing the power of the River of Forgetfulness from descending."
He stared intently at Lan Zhang, his expression growing increasingly grave. "The only thing capable of secretly affecting Ghost Gate Pass like this is the Soul Summoning Banner in your hands!"
Buzz!
The air suddenly trembled.
Ten black-clothed figures abruptly appeared within the stone hall, forming a fan-shaped formation around Lan Zhang.
A transparent curtain of water suddenly rose and rapidly closed in like a giant bowl, overturning over Lan Zhang in the blink of an eye.
Countless black runes surged from within the water curtain, transforming into chains that tightly bound Lan Zhang, leaving him utterly unable to move.
"You can use the Soul Summoning Banner to seal Ghost Gate Pass, so naturally I can use Ghost Gate Pass to restrain the Soul Summoning Banner in return. Stop struggling,