A quarter of an hour later, Ye Changqing pushed the door open and came in.
His left arm had been splinted with Wood boards and hung in a sling around his neck. He had wiped the dust off his face, too, but that ashen complexion would not fade so quickly.
The moment he entered, he saw the pools of black blood on the floor. His steps faltered, and he looked up at Zhou Xuan, who sat behind the table.
"Can you still hold on?"
"I won't die." Zhou Xuan pointed at the chair opposite him. "Sit."
Ye Changqing walked over and sat down. His broken arm bumped against the table's edge, making him bare his teeth in pain.
"How much of the Extreme Bone Sect's God-Making Method can you verify?"
With his right hand, Ye Changqing drew a crumpled sheet of paper from his sleeve. It was densely covered with fragments of formation patterns he had reconstructed from memory.
“I can verify about twenty percent of the whole thing. But that twenty percent alone is terrifying enough.” He pushed the paper over. “The core principle is to use living human souls as an Anchor to construct a self-sustaining Law Cycle. In plain terms, it creates a false Heavenly Dao node.”
"A false Heavenly Dao node?"
"Right. An independent node outside the true Heavenly Dao's jurisdiction. Spiritual energy flows through it instead of the Heavenly Dao, and Law passes through it instead of the Heavenly Dao. Essentially, it forcibly carves out an enclave beyond the Heavenly Dao's rules, one that its immune mechanism won't purge."
Zhou Xuan leaned back in his chair.
This information matched what Li Qingyun had said before leaving. The Taihua Lineage wanted a way around the Heavenly Dao. The Extreme Bone Sect's God-Making Method happened to be