Li Xiang extended a finger toward the dark-gold coffin containing the immaculate body.
"This isn't a Ten Thousand Baleful Forces Gather Yin Formation for 'death's extremity gives birth' at all!"
"Death's extremity gives birth requires death qi to gather at its peak, so that utmost yin gives rise to yang, nurturing a sliver of life within a land of death to nourish the body awaiting its soul's return."
Li Xiang stared fixedly underground.
"But just now, I forcibly shook apart the surface concealment with hidden force."
"The true feng shui currents beneath us aren't 'gathering' and 'containing' death qi at all."
"They're... grafting!"
"Yin-Yang Grafting, stealing heaven and swapping out the sun!"
Li Xiang's voice echoed through the mass graveyard's ghostly winds, every word sending chills down their spines.
"In feng shui, this is called 'two-instrument reversal,' or a formation where 'the dove takes over the magpie's nest'!"
"All that gathered death qi, resentment, and even the terrifying energy produced by hundreds of thousands of graves weeping blood during that funeral..."
"None of it ever stayed within Qin Zhong!"
"Senior Brother Qin was merely a 'funnel' placed out in the open, a 'filter' meant to endure the Heavenly Dao's backlash and the baptism of the Netherworld's laws!"
Li Xiang spoke faster and faster, his mind pushing its deductions to the limit.
"That energy, vast enough to create Yin Tianzi, passed through Senior Brother Qin's soul and karma, then flowed through this 'Yin-Yang Grafting' formation hidden at the very bottom, continuously and silently channeled into..."
Li Xiang spun around, his finger pointing like a sword straight at the body inside the coffin—the body that looked exactly like him!
"Into this body!"
"Senior Brother Qin suffered the torment of losing his humanity in the Netherworld, enduring assimilation by its laws upon the