Seven days later, in the morning, Golden Pool Pavilion, second floor.
All the doors around were wide open, and a gentle breeze slowly blew in. The room was empty, with only a meditation cushion placed at the center of the polished wooden floor.
At this moment, Chen Mu was seated cross-legged on it with his eyes closed.
A round black log, as tall as a person, floated horizontally in mid-air in front of him.
Wisps of cold aura slowly gathered in the palm of Chen Mu's right hand.
After a while, Chen Mu opened his eyes and pressed that cold aura into the wooden stake in front of him.
Chichichichi...
The sound of corrosion, like acid, resounded, and delicate silver patterns roamed across the black wooden stake.
Before Chen Mu could carefully examine the Soul-Calming Stake before him, countless insights suddenly surged into his mind.
Chen Mu's heart stirred, and he immediately summoned a gray stone gate.
Ghost Channeling (Strong Wall Ghost Pattern): 3139/10000;
