After sending a Blue Bird to Dylan.
Jiang Yu's attention returned to the Mandala Array before her.
The skylight in the dome remained open. From all across the Xuanhuang Small World, the lingering Dragon Skeleton Aura left behind by Waghar turned into streams of silver light at the summons of the Zhongshan Dragon Nest, pouring down without end and being absorbed by the Black Green Small Pagoda at the center of the Mandala Array.
Just as Jiang Yu had said earlier.
This little pagoda had quite the appetite.
Streams of pure silvery-white aura fell into the pagoda like mud cows sinking into the sea, vanishing into that black-green "bottomless pit" without causing the slightest ripples or showing any sign of returning energy. The little pagoda merely devoured them quietly, its color seeming to grow deeper and more restrained, while increasingly intricate patterns faintly flowed beneath its dim glow.
Only when the aura descending from the skylight changed from a majestic river of light into intermittent wisps, its frequency growing lower and lower, did Jiang Yu draw a soft breath and open the spellbook she had kept at hand.
Her fingers gently brushed across the exquisite pages, Magic Power faintly stirring at her fingertips.
Spell-light rose soundlessly.
The entire hall seemed to come alive. Vines wound their way out from the shadows of the towering bookshelves around them, from hidden drawers in the broad stone tables, and even from among the mane hanging from Big Mao, the Furry Dragon circling beneath the dome and curiously craning his head to watch. Nimble as arms, they curled around pieces of Magic materials glowing in different hues, placed them on silver trays, and steadily delivered them before the witch.
No Diviner needed to explain.
Hermione realized that the ritual before her had entered a