Within Guiyuan Temple, today was a quiet day.
The day was much the same as usual. The many Daoists carried out their morning lessons and completed their daily duties, leaving the rest of the time for their individual cultivation and free activities.
Time always flowed like water, and in the blink of an eye, the peaceful day had passed.
Li Qing's Shadow Paper Doll had already slipped outside the treasure vault and conducted a detailed investigation. The place was covered in formations and restrictive spells.
Once it entered, it would inevitably cause some disturbances. He needed to wait for his plan to begin before he could enter safely.
Midnight soon arrived. Guiyuan Daoist was cultivating in his bedroom.
At this moment, he vaguely felt a sense of crisis hanging over him. He could sense an inexplicable Fierce danger flickering nearby.
Restless and unable to settle his mind, he stopped cultivating and frowned as he looked around.
"What's going on? Why can't I calm down at all?"
At this moment, he failed to notice that beneath the candlelight—
The shadow cast by his hair was writhing wildly across the wall.
The shadow bulged outward once more, seeming ready to break free from the wall's restraints.
The spacetime confining the shadow seemed to undergo some kind of fluctuation before suddenly shattering. The shadow burst out from within.
A figure writhed madly, transforming into countless shadows as it descended into reality.
The instant this Anomaly descended, Guiyuan Daoist's body stiffened sharply, and his hair began to move without wind.
It began to Aberrate. The shadow broke through the restraints of spacetime and manifested directly upon his hair.
Guiyuan Daoist's scalp went numb. He felt a terrifying aura spreading from his hair.
Vast power erupted from his body, and a ring of profound black