Auspicious Star Palace, quiet chamber.
A fifth-rank formation sealed off both inside and out, cutting off not only the daylight beyond, but all sounds, scents, changes in temperature, and everything else.
The quiet chamber was exceptionally still and dim, as deep as an abyss.
Unable to receive any changes from the outside world, one's mind would enter a state of absolute solitude and coldness. An ordinary person would go mad in less than a day here.
Yet to Gao Xian, the information around him was extraordinarily rich and varied.
Billions upon billions of spiritual energies of different natures flowed like water and drifted like dust. The infinitesimal spiritual energies gleamed with lovely aura; billions of lights in different colors shone together, enough to leave even someone of his cultivation dazzled.
The orderly rune restrictions around the room were like constructed river channels, guiding the spiritual energy into the formation, where it circulated through the central restrictions and transformed chaotic spiritual energy into ordered power.
Gao Xian was not proficient in formations. Even though his cultivation had reached the peak of the fifth rank, his understanding of formations remained quite superficial.
Yet at this very moment, he could observe the formation's circulation of spiritual energy through his divine sense, comprehending the changes in the formation from a higher, more macroscopic level.
Formations, spells, and Dharma Artifacts were, in essence, merely different means of transforming spiritual energy.
In terms of his previous life, they were simply different applications of energy.
Whenever he considered this, Gao Xian felt that the arts of this world were truly wondrous, capable of turning the omnipresent spiritual energy into every kind of state.
How should he put it? It was equivalent to people in his previous life being able to efficiently transform nitrogen, even achieving conversions at