The black mist that struck the blood drop seeped into it one after another, eventually gathering into a mass within and visibly forming a black speck.
Wu Chang's breathing stilled slightly. Suddenly, his ten fingers swirled and danced, like phantom lotus blossoms.
The black speck within the blood drop immediately began churning chaotically, stirring the entire drop until it spun through the air, faster and faster.
Once the rapidly spinning blood drop became a blurred shadow, smack! Wu Chang suddenly clapped his palms together, spread his arms, and shouted, "Go!"
The blood drop burst apart with a whoosh, transforming into wisps of light that shot skyward and scattered in every direction before vanishing completely.
Wu Chang's long hair moved without wind as he slowly pressed his palms together before his chest, chanting in an unbroken murmur, "Return... return... return..."
The others watched from the side. For Huang Ban and the others observing, this was the first time they had seen Wu Chang perform such a spell, and it truly opened their eyes.
After murmuring "return, return" for nearly half an hour, Wu Chang suddenly exhaled, lowered his clasped hands, and cast glances to either side. "I told you it was useless. Too late. Bound by the laws of heaven and earth, the soul has already returned to the vast unknown. It no longer wanders this world. My power cannot summon it back from the Netherworld."
Their efforts had been in vain, but no one said much. After all, the one casting the spell had expended the most effort.
Yuan Se raised his eyes and asked Huang Ban, "Most of us have barely met Niu Youdao. You should know him well enough. Can you confirm that the dead man is him?"
Huang Ban hurriedly replied respectfully, "It should be him."
"Should