It hovered three inches above the flame, floating silently. The lamplight licked the bottom of the pearl, and its golden markings began to brighten as though they had been activated.
"It really floated up..." Yang Wanqing's eyes widened.
Chen Siyao watched the pearl without speaking. There was another part to her brother's instructions, but she felt it could not be that simple.
A drop of essence blood.
Her brother had told her to drip a drop of essence blood onto the flame.
With her cultivation at the peak of Heavenly Dharma Form, what could she possibly do to help refine Summers? There had to be something more to this. Her brother never did anything pointless.
But if her brother told her to do something, she would do it.
She picked up a paper knife from the desk and cut the pad of her index finger.
A crimson bead of blood seeped from the cut. It was not ordinary blood, but essence blood.
It carried the essence of the psionic energy she had accumulated over more than a decade of cultivation.
The bead of blood fell.
It landed in the flame.
The flame suddenly leaped.
After that flicker, the air throughout the study changed.
Yang Wanqing could not describe the feeling. It was as though something incredibly fine and light had surged in from every direction.
It was not wind, nor a fluctuation of psionic energy. It was something far more ethereal.
She instinctively looked up and out the window.
Something was moving in Pengcheng's night sky.
Extremely fine, golden-yellow threads drifted down from deep in the sky. Not one or two, but dozens, hundreds.
They converged from every direction across the heavens, passing through clouds, buildings, and every material barrier as they drifted toward the top floor of Treasure Sky