Besides the trickle of his own spiritual power, there was also a dormant... vast black ocean...
That ocean was the yin energy left within him after sealing the Drought Ghost.
The contrast between his spiritual power and the yin energy now made Cui Jiuyang understand all the more just how heaven-defying it had been to foolishly tag along to send off the Drought Ghost, then rashly scheme against Great-Grandfather.
The ignorant knew no fear. If Cui Jiuyang were to accompany Great-Grandfather to send off the Drought Ghost again today, who knew how he would feel?
He looked at the ocean-like expanse of yin energy, then thought of Great-Grandfather, who could scatter the Drought Ghost's soul with a wave of his hand.
To say Cui Jiuyang looked up to Great-Grandfather as a lofty mountain no longer sufficed. He had only glimpsed the distant gateway to the mountain, while Great-Grandfather, Cui Chengshou, had long since leaped beyond its summit.
Cui Jiuyang cleared his thoughts, exhaled a stale breath, and rang the bronze bell in his hand.
Clang...
The yin energy rippled gently, like water stirred by a spring breeze.
Clang...
The Seven-Star Yin-Transforming Formation emitted an icy-blue glow.
Little White Pear stood beside him, a peach branch in her left hand and a pine branch in her right, ready.
The icy-blue glow entered his body. With the ringing of the bronze bell, it drew out a thread of yin energy, which flowed along Cui Jiuyang's meridians.
A frigid chill instantly spread through his meridians. Cui Jiuyang gritted his teeth and endured the bone-piercing cold.
As that thread of yin energy flowed out, waves gradually began to rise in the ocean within his dantian... Cui Jiuyang carefully controlled their size to keep himself from being submerged in the yin energy.
His right hand