Ou Yangming exhaled deeply and looked at the small formation board in front of him. A complicated yet indescribable look flickered in his eyes.
The runes that were carved on the formation board were not what he saw from the books; they came from the depths of his sea of consciousness and were what he vaguely sensed with the help of a mysterious power.
As he tried to distinguish the runes, he had a stronger feeling that they were very familiar. Needless to say, if he was not familiar with them, he could not have refined them.
After a long time, Ou Yangming's eyes lit up because he understood where the runes came from.
Big Yellow!
