Shen Qingzhou replayed the records of Ghost Metal in his mind:
The second mansion of the southern Vermilion Bird, its five-element attribute was metal and its beast form was a sheep; anciently called Chariot Ghost, Heavenly Temple, four stars resembling square coffers and chests, with a hazy white vapor at the center known as the Corpse-Accumulation Aura, the stellar bureau where wandering souls gathered and nether sacrifices were offered.
The previously bustling streets were now silent.
The mortals were frozen in place one by one, their terror not yet dissipated before their flesh and blood began to shrivel.
A scent of cold incense ash pervaded the entire city.
"Save me... What is wrong with my magic power!"
A rogue cultivator turned pale with fright, discovering that the magic power in his dantian was being frantically drained away by the grand array outside, his protective spiritual light flashing a few times before it was on the verge of shattering.
His end was no different from those mortals, for he had entirely become a funerary object within this massive coffin.
The original heaviness and bearing of Wèi Earth had been thoroughly subverted, leaving behind only the deathly silence of Ghost Metal and the Corpse-Accumulation Aura.
Shen Qingzhou finally understood everything completely.
To use an analogy, if Wèi Earth was equivalent to a large granary, then Ghost Metal was a massive coffin.
Xu Sheng was using the method of Wèi Earth to first draw all the living people and incense fire of the entire Flower-Washing City into the storehouse.
Then he would take the Four Constellation Yin Waters as flowing water to wash back and forth through this full warehouse of living beings.
He wanted to wash away all yang energy and vitality, leaving behind only the purest remnant souls and intent of