Fortunately, the octopus-like shadow entrenched on the Spirit Terrace in his Sea of Consciousness had been more than half refined by the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp's light. Only a small part remained. As he waited for the lamp to cool, Tang Changsheng kept turning over what he had seen the night before.
Most of all, a wisp of black qi had suddenly risen from his Sea of Consciousness and stirred that strange purple symbol...
That wisp of black qi... Tang Changsheng immediately thought of the black qi on Bell Rodney.
Some of it seemed to have rubbed off on him, dragging him into a strange Dreamscape at the time. He had not purged it completely. An almost negligible trace had remained, only to cause trouble at the crucial moment.
And could the black qi on Mr. Rodney have something to do with that mysterious, evil ritual?
The black qi was connected to the Gourd Immortal Abode, and also to the aura on Mr. Rodney.
The thought that he might have stumbled upon something momentous rose unbidden in Tang Changsheng's heart...
Just then, the dark shadow in his Sea of Consciousness suddenly grew active. Seeing that the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp had nearly cooled, Tang Changsheng wasted no time lighting the Divine Lamp.
Its light shone into the Spirit Terrace of his Sea of Consciousness and suppressed the shadow. Only after a tremendous effort did he beat back its frenzied assault.
Yet an uneasiness stirred in him. He had the vague feeling that he had overlooked something important.
At that moment, a force was stirred in the unseen. Something like a tentacle reached out, passed through layer upon layer of rooms and buildings, and seized the Spirit Terrace at the center of Tang Changsheng's mind.
Tang Changsheng seemed to be having