Scarlet blood seeped into the gray stone tablet in the darkness, flowing along the grooves carved into it with a sword. Rather than being absorbed by the earth and dust, the blood seemed to have been given life, winding like a snake between several forceful lines. The black formation was soon filled with the crimson liquid, and Bai's chanting grew higher
and higher. A dusty scroll flew from her hand, lifted by invisible magic and suspended in midair. The ancient parchment slowly unfurled downward as the wooden axle rolled, hanging all the way to the ground. The scroll was covered in ancient writing and intricate patterns. Brando could not recognize the script, but he knew it was a high-grade Formation Magic ritual scroll.
One of Formation Magic's greatest features was that spells could be cast in advance, with most of a spell's rituals and materials prepared beforehand in the form of a formation. For a spell like this one, nearly ninety percent of the steps had already been prepared inside the ritual scroll. Bai only needed to complete the final step. Otherwise, with her abilities, she would have had no way to **cast a high-grade
spell. This ritual scroll was no less valuable than a Spirit Awakening Technique scroll. Judging from her earlier words, she should also have had another Spirit Awakening Technique scroll on her. Brando could not help marveling at the depth of this woman's resources.
When the scroll flew from Bai's hand, she let out a low cry and extended one finger. An invisible ripple shot from her fingertip and struck the rubble piled up in the center of the hall. The rubble collapsed with a roar and split apart, revealing an altar beneath it. Only when Brando saw the altar did he suddenly understand why Lorisen