At the same time, in a residential area far away in Jiang City, inside a gloomy and dim room, the ambiance was eerie and terrifying.
Black cloth covered all sources of sunlight, and at the very center of the room, there was a pitch-black wooden table.
On the table, there lay a peculiarly shaped wooden object, entirely black, resembling a snake standing upright, emitting an exceptionally horrifying aura.
If one observed closely, one would notice that the black wood of this object bore a striking resemblance to the one Li Yidao held in his hand, but this one appeared more divine and was significantly larger, standing at about one meter in height.
The entire room's floor was filled with countless white candles and numerous enigmatic symbols drawn on the ground.
It seemed like a strange and occult ritual, something one could only find in books.
