The icy aura quickly vanished. Ji An discovered that the formation inscribed there had vanished as well, as though it had never existed.
He slowly flew forward, his brows tightly furrowed.
He waved his sleeve, stirring up a gust of wind. Nothing happened.
The area covered by the formation was polished like a mirror, spotless and free of dust, yet he had clearly seen Netherworld True Monarch's Nascent Soul scatter like sand.
At that moment, Ji An felt that this world still held far too many secrets. Every trace of the reincarnation formation had disappeared, and he had no idea what those unseen forces truly were.
The Five Elements Sect inheritance contained very little description of reincarnation, as though some unknown taboo surrounded it.
Ji An scratched his head. Reincarnation was a profoundly mysterious matter; he lacked the theoretical foundation to understand what exactly was going on. There should have been a boundary between life and death.
Yet that was hard to explain, considering Ghost Cultivators existed.
"Every trouble stems from not being strong enough."
He murmured this softly, gathered numerous grass seeds from the nearby forest, ripened them with Wood Element spiritual power, then casually scattered them across the area where the formation had stood and unleashed Dragon Soars, All Things Born.
Riding a Water Element Spirit Cloud, he flew away and soon vanished into the boundless night.
A full moon hung amid the forest. Clouds and mist blanketed a hundred-zhang stretch of woodland, and amid the howls of twin dragons, torrential rain came pouring down.
The moist nourishment of Water Element and the soaring divine intent of Wood Element blended together perfectly, as though they had been born that way.
The grass seeds sprouted, stretching freely beneath the rain. Green motes of light condensed from Wood Element Spiritual