At Danzhu Buddhist Sect, spiritual birds flitted without end among the lush green mountains, and a breeze brushed his face. Half of a red sun peeked over the distant treetops.
A faint spiritual light enveloped Lu Xiaotian's true body, blocking all prying gazes and divine senses from outside.
As his magical power spread in every direction, the faint spiritual light expanded with it, reaching a hundred li in every direction before finally stopping.
Lu Xiaotian glanced around. Though this place of confinement was only a few hundred li across, within such a narrow space, no one's divine sense could enter without him noticing. Still, if Kongming or Kong'e came here, it might interfere with what he was about to do. With this ward in place, even if they came, they wouldn't be able to enter without his permission.
Once he had finished, Lu Xiaotian pointed into the air. His magical power gathered in threads, weaving and winding through the empty space like a formation. It looked like the crooked scrawl of a talisman drawn by a ghost, utterly without pattern. A moment later, the strands formed an amber-like orb. Inside it, scenes flickered past: his first meeting with Xiang Hua at Prince Changning's estate in Xiang State.
The scenes continued through part of Xiang Hua's later life in Xiang State. They represented only a portion of his experiences, of course. Lu Xiaotian's time with Xiang Hua had been limited, and he couldn't possibly inscribe all of Xiang Hua's memories into the orb.
The orb's contents ended when they crossed the void from the Spirit Ruins Secret Realm and encountered a spatial storm.
After condensing the orb, Lu Xiaotian's threadlike magical power wound through the air before him once more. As spiritual light shimmered, one seal after another took shape. The