In the Wang Clan Ancestral Home's shrine, burial mounds rose high and coffins stood in rows. Memorial tablets lined the sheer cliffs, and the entire grotto-heaven remained shrouded in darkness and gloom.
At that moment, the Primordial Soul Suppressing Coffin lay quietly atop the peak, its nine primordial earth chains gleaming purple-black. Wang Siyuan sat cross-legged before the memorial tablets, a turtle-shell-like Luo Shu floating above his head. Black and white points of light drifted around it, unfolding endless hexagrams. Behind him stood a figure with the same features, its presence hazy and elusive. Hidden within the slender thread of vitality that persisted in the Heavenly Dao's operation, it was easy to overlook completely. Even if one saw it face-to-face and it attacked, one might still pay it no heed.
With the Luo Shu at its core, every coffin across the burial mounds lit up, some with dim light, others with a blue-green glow. The aura of the remains surged skyward, transforming into illusory stars, each giving rise to black and white points of light. Together they formed a vast array of interlocking hexagrams. Yin and yang, zero and one—the most fundamental laws of heaven and earth were laid bare through the forbidden arts.
The figure behind Wang Siyuan suddenly drifted forward and merged with him. Corresponding parts of his Dharma body, Primordial Spirit, and physical body opened their apertures, set their inner landscapes turning, and split open his brow. Some transformed into golden hexagrams; others spewed countless black and white counting rods, forming one intricate mathematical problem after another. They seemed to encompass every calculation and deduction, able to use numbers and problems of different kinds and quantities to describe, explain, and construct the vast majority of martial arts and supernatural abilities.
The essence of the Calculation Scripture was