He was in no hurry to act. He simply lay down on the bed, relaxed his body and mind, and fell into a deep sleep.
After days of traveling and a few twists and turns, he was indeed tired. He slept heavily until the sun slanted westward and crimson clouds filled the sky.
When Cui Jiuyang woke, he felt refreshed. He first straightened his clothes, then took the Dragonkind hide he had been carefully carrying from his travel bag and spread it flat on the Eight Immortals Table in the center of the room.
Next, he took out the Five Emperors' Coins, cinnabar ink, yellow talisman paper, a writing brush, and the other necessary supplies, arranging them neatly on the table.
Today was a wu day.
Earth flourished on wu days, making them best suited to supporting soldiers and generals. It was an exceptionally auspicious day for crafting the Five Warlords Register.
And at this twilight hour, day and night changed places and yin and yang intersected. The primal energy between heaven and earth was at its most mixed and chaotic, perfect for sealing inside the register to nourish demonic beings.
With everything ready, Cui Jiuyang's expression grew solemn.
First, he arranged the Five Emperors' Coins in specific positions to form the focal points of the Demon-Sealing Formation. Then, holding the cinnabar brush, he stilled his mind, soaked the brush with ink, and meticulously drew intricate, arcane formation runes on the Dragonkind hide.
Once the runes were complete, he went to the window and opened it toward the west. A slightly cool evening breeze immediately swept into the room.
Cui Jiuyang took a deep breath. His hands rapidly formed seals, his eyes half closed as he chanted. Then he held two fingers together like a sword and pointed toward the