After Li Xiangru came up from the formation core, Fan Tiansheng had already used it to activate the first layer of the Zhoutian Gate. After all, he had lived here for a thousand years—not for nothing. He had studied the rear mountain extremely thoroughly, so opening the Zhoutian Gate was practically the same as opening his own door.
The enormous Zhoutian Gate rumbled as layer upon layer of runic radiance lit up. Dust that had fallen after years of sealing covered the light it emitted. Before long, ghostly energy began seeping out, thick as water. When I descended from the formation core, I felt that even the layer beneath my feet had been soaked through!
When the aura of ghostly energy grew sufficiently dense, it would take on a thick, stagnant state—even a watery one. Water belonged to yin, and water was the foundation from which all things originated. That was why people said yin and yang rather than yang and yin; there was some connection between the two.
I took out the box containing the Ghost Stone and lifted the seal inside. Its wisps of black radiance began to grow deeper as they absorbed the yin energy. The one who had summoned me from within the Ghost Stone before seemed to have been Fan Tiansheng. After all, the Ghost Stone had once held a strand of Zi Qingyun's soul consciousness. That strand had later given birth to Nunu, leaving the Ghost Stone ownerless. It was only natural that Fan Tiansheng had refined it afterward.
Of course, since he had given it away, he certainly would not have refined it completely. But using a strand of soul consciousness to maintain a connection should not have been difficult. That was why it was no surprise that he had used his soul