Upon returning to the cave*** where he was hiding, Lu Xiaotian did not begin immediately. He sat in meditation, adjusting his state of mind until it was at its most tranquil. This time, it would take quite a while, and he had to make every preparation.
Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang continued with what they had been doing before. A day later, both their mana and state of mind had recovered to their peak. Lu Xiaotian began forming hand seals, his movements growing faster and faster. Under the infusion of mana and divine sense, a small gray phantom appeared before him once more, covered in mysterious, incomprehensible patterns.
If he did not continuously pour mana into it, the gray phantom would fade, then collapse once its supply of mana was cut off. Lu Xiaotian had long since gained experience with this.
As time passed, the gray phantom gradually became solid, and the patterns upon it grew clearer. At first, Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang would occasionally glance over, but as the Soul-Losing Seal's power grew stronger and stronger, their cultivation and divine sense were both weaker than Lu Xiaotian's. Eventually, they did not even dare look in that direction, instead focusing on refining their own Yin Baleful Fire Essence.
The cave they occupied was extremely well concealed. Only occasionally would one or two zombies stray inside, only to be dealt with directly by the two ghost cultivators. Yet once, a late sixth-rank white*** barged in. It was exceptionally formidable; even with Ge Changting and Xiao Sanniang joining forces, they could not restrain it. The two were in a state of great anxiety and wanted to call for Lu Xiaotian's help, but he had already been continuously refining the Soul-Losing Seal for more than half a year and was on the