The caravan resumed its journey as the sky gradually brightened. Just as the first light of dawn was about to pierce the horizon, QingWu called for the carriages to stop once more.
Standing atop the carriage shaft, she held a bundle of red strings in her hand, leaving everyone puzzled about her intentions.
QingWu fixed her gaze on the eastern sky. At the break of dawn, as the first rays of sunlight bathed the world, her fingers moved swiftly, forming intricate hand seals. She chanted, "I beseech the brilliance of the Eastern Deity,lend me the strength, solidify the yang to guard the spirit, repel all evils!"
What followed was a breathtaking scene that etched itself into everyone's memory.
The first ray of sunlight seemed to transform into threads of light, countless and ethereal, drifting from the eastern horizon. They wove themselves into the red strings in her right hand, as though drawn by some unseen force.
