Li Yan felt that this thing could also be considered a magical treasure, and its power was extraordinarily strange.
"Fuxi Disk!"
Li Yan quickly thought of a name.
Then, he recalled the red lantern and the Heaven-Stealing Kerchief again, yet he still had no clues or leads.
Some time ago, he had even made the Heaven-Stealing Kerchief into a lamp wick, but in the end, he had discovered nothing.
Li Yan wondered if he had guessed wrong. Perhaps that red lantern was simply an ordinary spirit treasure, and only happened to emit a trace of an aura similar to his Heaven-Stealing Kerchief.
Perhaps some coincidence in their refining methods or materials had caused it.
In the end, Li Yan cast those thoughts aside. After taking out the Blood River Water and silver sand, he instantly formed the "Fuxi Disk" once more.
He then suspended it before him. Sitting cross-legged, he raised a hand and pointed forward. A dim beam of light shot from his fingertip into it. Watching the red and white colors rotate at different speeds within a small patch of empty space, he began observing them carefully...
Cultivation knew no passage of years. Half a month swiftly passed, and on this day, the skies above the "Po Jun Sect" had still been clear, with white clouds drifting lazily through the air just moments ago.
The next instant, a fluctuation from somewhere within the "Po Jun Sect" vanished into the void. Within several breaths, fierce winds howled, and the white clouds overhead had already turned into dense black clouds that rolled without end. Amid flashing lightning and rumbling thunder, wind and clouds changed violently...
Some cultivators in the sect immediately looked up. Their expressions shifted at once, and many cried out in alarm.
"Someone is forming a Nascent Soul!"