Corpse Witch + Soul = Future

Formations attracted formations; formations linked with formations, forming a twin-like three-dimensional structure of attraction.

This was the most wondrous formation shape Li Ziran had ever seen. From the points of light, rays, and the appearance of text, everything had been within his expectations. Yet in the end, when the two formations completed their mutual attraction, like magnets forming fixed poles and taking the shape of wheels, it had surpassed all expectations.

The two wheel-shaped formations were connected by a thin strand of light.

It was as if the existence of those two formations had been solely to pave the way for that strand of light.

At this stage, the formation abruptly ended. There were no finer runes, no special symbols—only empty space and a simple outline.

It was not perfect.

In Li Ziran's eyes, each of the two formations could have been filled with at least several hundred words. That would have been the most detailed part of the entire formation.

That would have been a master's masterpiece. Unfortunately, there was nothing more. The inheritance was only this much.

Li Ziran was somewhat dissatisfied, but he could only make do with it for now. There was no helping it—something was far better than nothing.

He slowly closed his eyes and projected his spiritual power outward. With Sandrew's personal guidance, he now wielded spiritual power with exceptional precision.

A point of light formed first between his brows. At the same time, his spiritual power landed between the Corpse Witch's brows, forming an identical point of light.

Then, with the two points of light, Li Ziran's thoughts seemed to split completely. One side controlled himself, while the other anchored his spirit within the corpse.

Sandrew's **effect began to show. Operating the two formations at once was not as strenuous as he had