By then, the sunlight on the river had gradually shifted westward. The dozens of cultists worked swiftly, burying all eight Formation Banners at the same time before long.
Both their orientation and their depth followed the Yellow Dragon Taoist's instructions to the letter.
The instant the Formation Banners were buried, faint red light shone simultaneously from eight positions between the riverbanks. It echoed the red glow of the Nine-Palace Dragon-Settling Compass, forming an eerie energy field.
At that moment, Daoist Huanglong, who had set foot in the middle of the river, held the Nine-Palace Dragon-Settling Compass and actually sat cross-legged on the water.
He placed the Nine-Palace Dragon-Settling Compass before him, formed strange hand seals, and muttered an incantation. Its obscure, incomprehensible words carried a sinister, uncanny air. As the chanting continued, the runes on the compass grew ever brighter. Red light soared into the sky, seemingly forming chains of light with the Formation Banners at the eight positions, drawing in the surrounding energy of heaven and earth and slowly gathering it beneath the river.
Elder Ma, Pockmarked Huang, and Night Asura stood nearby, their eyes fixed on the Yellow Dragon Taoist and the river, brimming with anticipation. Pockmarked Huang could not help asking in a low voice, "Elder Ma, do you think he can really find the dragon vein?"
Elder Ma frowned. "Branch Hall Leader Huang, success rests with men, while planning rests with heaven. But since the Nine-Palace Dragon-Seeking Compass has already indicated the direction, we should be close enough. Besides, the Yellow Dragon Taoist is an expert at seeking dragons and pinpointing their lairs. With him here, there should be no problem."
Hearing Elder Ma's words, the delight in Pockmarked Huang's eyes deepened once more. As long as he could obtain the released fortune, absorb it, and