At night.
A faint light glowed within the attic. Shen Luo sat cross-legged with his hands forming a seal, a hazy radiance shrouding his body, making him seem as though he were bathing in starlight.
At that moment, however, his Divine Thought had already entered the Heavenly Register's phantom image and arrived in that void space.
Having learned more about the Heavenly Register in his dream, his mastery of it had risen to another level. He no longer needed to summon its projection from the Jade Pillow to send his Divine Sense inside and roam freely.
Within that sea of stars, the trajectories of the stars he had once seen became increasingly distinct. As he repeatedly memorized and traced them, a Stellar Formation gradually emerged before Shen Luo's eyes.
He could vaguely sense that the changes in this formation's operation were the key to connecting with his dream cultivation. Only by mastering this formation and activating it with his Divine Thought would he be able to summon his dream cultivation at will in the future, instead of only having the chance to do so when his life hung in the balance.
After watching for a long while, Shen Luo did not attempt to activate the Stellar Formation according to the star-mark trajectories. He feared that if he accidentally triggered it and summoned his dream cultivation, the little lifespan he had left would likely be depleted at once.
His eyelids trembled slightly as he slowly opened his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he put away the Jade Pillow beside him.
Just as Shen Luo was about to rise, his brows suddenly furrowed slightly. Ghost General Zhao Feiji's voice sounded in his mind. "Master, something has sneaked into the floor below."
"An undead ghost?" Shen Luo asked through a mental