Summer Tomb

In an instant, Xiao Ran's consciousness spread outward with a thunderous force, like a boulder thrown into water!

Countless threads of mycelium became extensions of his consciousness, additional senses.

What he "saw" wasn't light, but the flow of energy and the fluctuations of life sensed by countless strands of mycelium.

Xiao Ran's consciousness surged out of the coffin. His own consciousness took shape, splitting into countless tiny strands of mycelium, as if each one were a part of him.

Yet his central will wasn't scattered. Instead, as the countless strands gathered, it could change its form at will.

The sensation was very strange, but for Xiao Ran... it wasn't new.

He only needed to shift his thoughts a little to understand it.

It was like breaking his vast mental power down into countless thoughts.

I worked so hard to go from a state of thought to a state of no-thought, and now you've turned me back into what I was before?

Xiao Ran couldn't help complaining inwardly. He wondered whether Plum Blossom Daoist would leap out of his coffin if he knew this could be done.

This was the exact opposite of the Soul Cultivation Technique.

Unfortunately, Plum Blossom Daoist's scroll had already been destroyed. Otherwise, Xiao Ran would have loved to summon him—not for any other reason than to see the expression on the face of someone whose path was so completely opposed to his own.

Just then, Wu Man's voice came through Xiao Ran's consciousness. "Hey, this is pretty interesting. It's even more fun than I expected."

Xiao Ran's consciousness locked onto the source, and he immediately spotted Wu Man beside him.

Wu Man's will covered the mycelium, forming an area of threads that flickered with a faint white glow.

But this startled Wu Man too. The instant