Beside Yellow Springs Road, beyond the Bridge of Forgetfulness, Yi Shuyuan waited until all of Yi Baokang's destiny had dissolved in the light of reincarnation, then gently tapped the Ritual Ruler against the ribs of the Folding Fan.
Clack.
The sound was crisp but quiet. Ripples spread around Yi Shuyuan, and the power of the Netherworld gradually dissipated.
At that moment, the oppressive feeling faded. Yi Shuyuan had yet to react, but Hui Mian let out a long breath of relief.
"Phew."
Yi Shuyuan tucked the Magical Treasures in his hands into his sleeve.
When he performed the Heavenly Gang Transformation under such circumstances, the power of Netherworld reincarnation was both an aid and a devouring force. Even though he had first taken a Starwoven Pill and three Vital Essence Pills, the exhaustion and depletion went without saying.
Yet although his body was weak, his heart felt light.
Whether this Heavenly Gang Transformation had succeeded seemed to be a question for the future.
But the moment Yi Shuyuan poured all his magical power into the transformation, an understanding had already dawned in his heart: success was only a matter of time.
Nor was this a matter of Yi Shuyuan's magical power being inadequate. Unlike Little Stone, who had sought a birthplace alone all those years ago, the two elders of the Yi Household had long since been reborn separately. Whether as humans or beasts, bringing them together could not be accomplished within a single lifetime.
This transformation, which shaped creation through yin and yang, also drew upon the power of the world's reincarnation. The bonds between sentient beings were tied to heaven and earth, and naturally had to rise, fall, and flow within them. Waiting in the Underworld was useless; the sooner he departed, the sooner they would reunite.
"Sir."