The fierce wind surged, and the rivers throbbed.
Snow accumulated on the mast trembled and fell as if not Liang Qu, but the entire heavens and earth, were breathing!
He had been sitting in the ritual altar for less than half an hour.
Unity of Heaven and Man!
Without any hesitation, Lan Jicai raised his hand and gestured decisively.
His colleague in a blue robe jumped onto the rooftop next to him, lifted the lid off a pottery jar, and tapped the bottom thrice.
A cluster of gray mist, as if a person dressed in a gossamer white gown, struggled to climb out of the jar, and the moment it was exposed, smoke continuously drifted into the void.
The blue-robed colleague immediately lifted the bottom of the jar, hoping that the little figure would fall naturally.
But just as the gray misty figure landed in the center of the Heavenly Altar, it seemed to sense danger, regained a bit of its consciousness, and desperately drifted to the side.
