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Wei Ning could not let Qiqi lead the way this time. He took the initiative to walk ahead, but the two of them wandered in the mountains for a long time without finding the entrance to Yunmeng.
As dusk began to settle, Qiqi frowned and said, "At this rate, relying on this map from hundreds of years ago, even if we spend half a month up here, we won't get anywhere."
Wei Ning nodded in agreement. "You're right. It seems we need to call upon our 'good friend.'"
"Good friend?" Qiqi raised an eyebrow. "Do you have acquaintances here?"
Wei Ning smiled mysteriously. "Of course, when it comes to Yin Affairs, we should consult the Demon God who frequents this area. We can summon our friend here and ask for guidance."
Qiqi frowned again. "Are you planning to use the Soul Summoning Technique? But doing so would mean you owe a debt to the spirits. It's said that living people shouldn't owe debts to ghosts; that doesn't seem right."
Wei Ning patted his chest confidently. "Have you forgotten what I do? I'm a Gravekeeper; my ancestors have been involved in Soul Summoning for generations. The more I do it, the more merit they accumulate. The spirits owe our Wei Family quite a bit; asking them for help shouldn't be a problem."
Seeing Wei Ning so assured, Qiqi decided not to argue further.
"We should head down the mountain first," Wei Ning suggested. "Let's prepare some Ceremonial Vessels for summoning and return at midnight."
At midnight, with the night wind chilling them, Wei Ning and Qiqi chose a hollow in the shade of the mountain. The hollow gathered Yin energy and was heavy with Evil Energy, making it an ideal spot for summoning spirits. Wei Ning prepared a white bowl, two white candles, and several offerings, placing them according to the five elemental directions. With a serious expression, he turned to Qiqi and said, "I will handle the summoning while you guide the spirits. During this time, you must remain silent; otherwise, if you disturb the Yang energy, we might attract Vengeful Spirits, which would be difficult to manage."
Seeing Wei Ning's grave demeanor, Qiqi nodded in agreement. Wei Ning calculated the time and sat facing east—since spirits emerge with their backs toward the east, which is where Yang energy gathers; they are very wary of it.
As the clock struck twelve, Wei Ning immediately lit the white candles and took out a knife. He cut his hand and let three drops of blood fall into the bowl before tightly holding Qiqi's delicate hand. With his eyes closed, he rhythmically felt Qiqi's heartbeat through their clasped hands to ensure her mental stability. If either of them became unstable during the summoning for any reason, they could easily be invaded by spirits and suffer from madness. Wei Ning glanced at Qiqi; she nodded, signaling him to begin.
"One, two, three," Wei Ning began to count in a low voice. At that moment, both he and Qiqi felt a cold breeze sweep over their necks, particularly intense for Wei Ning.
Not long after that, the flames of the candles nearby began to flicker violently—a precursor to the arrival of Yin winds; flickering flames were a sign that spirits were about to appear. Both Wei Ning and Qiqi held their breath tightly as they focused on the bowl of water on the ground. To Wei Ning's eyes, the water gradually became blurry before becoming clear again after a short while. After about four or five minutes, something strange happened: the rim of the white bowl began to vanish until only deep red blood remained suspended in midair.
Wei Ning felt an increasing chill around him and knew that spirits were about to manifest. He fixed his gaze on the bowl in front of him as the blood inside grew thicker and began to solidify into Blood Clots that slowly rose into the air.
A minute passed, and Wei Ning felt an unusual sensation creeping up behind him. It was as if someone had appeared silently behind him, without a sound, leaving him uncertain of their intentions. The urge to turn around was overwhelming, but both Wei Ning and Qiqi dared not look back; they feared that doing so would lead to their souls being snatched away by a ghost. Wei Ning fixed his gaze on the Blood Clot hovering in mid-air, which began to slowly slide downward, silently. It felt as though a heavy stone pressed down on their hearts, making the atmosphere suffocating.
The Blood Clot gradually formed a human silhouette, becoming clearer until it finally took the shape of a pale-skinned middle-aged woman.
Wei Ning stared into the woman's eyes and spoke in a low voice, "Tell me, where is Yunmeng?"
The woman nodded. At that moment, ghosts could not converse with the living. They watched as her form began to fade away, eventually reverting back into the bright red Blood Clot. It softened and rolled onto the ground, spreading out until it transformed into a blood-red map.
Wei Ning and Qiqi exchanged glances and quickly committed the details of this map to memory.
The flames began to flicker violently again, and Wei Ning realized that the ghost was about to leave. He tightened his grip on Qiqi's hand, fearing that she might lose her composure during the spirit's departure and inadvertently have her soul taken.
Qiqi's heart raced faster; her face flushed red, and her eyes were tightly shut as if she were drunk. Wei Ning pinched her lightly, and she seemed to awaken suddenly, regaining her calm demeanor.
At that moment, the atmosphere began to ease, and the flames gradually returned to tranquility. Wei Ning let out a long sigh of relief; they had successfully completed the summoning ritual without any mishaps amidst such an eerie ambiance.
It was then that Wei Ning and Qiqi realized their fingers were tightly interlocked.
Qiqi blushed deeply and quickly withdrew her hand.
Following the blood map drawn by the ghost on the ground, Wei Ning bravely stepped forward. Eventually, they found an entrance. Wei Ning nodded and said, "This must be it."
He leaned in to look inside; the opening was over a meter wide but shrouded in black mist, obscuring their view of what lay within—and how deep it might be.
"Let’s go in and take a look," Wei Ning said to Qiqi as he prepared to jump inside.
"Wait," Qiqi stopped him. "Don't you think something feels off?"
"But that Old Witch pointed us right here."
"I know," Qiqi shot Wei Ning a glance and said, "When are you going to change your reckless ways? Can't you just calm down and take a good look at the surroundings? It was the same last time; if you keep this up, I won't take care of you anymore." As she said the last part, Qiqi's face inexplicably flushed, and she quickly cleared her throat to cover her embarrassment.
"Yes, I only have one eye, so I couldn't see clearly."
Seeing Wei Ning sulking, Qiqi found it amusing and chuckled, "What’s this? Are you throwing a tantrum now?"
Although Wei Ning said that, he couldn't help but be more cautious. He knew that places like this could be treacherous; one wrong step could lead to dire consequences.
"Look here," Qiqi pointed as she scraped away the dirt on the ground, revealing a line of large characters written in ancient script: "Bottomless Pit, Entry Forbidden."
The ancient characters slightly protruded from the ground, their color similar to that of the surrounding soil. With weeds growing all around, they were mostly covered. If it weren't for Qiqi's carefulness, most people would have a hard time noticing them.
"Bottomless Pit," Wei Ning remarked with a hint of amusement.
The so-called "Bottomless Pit" wasn't truly bottomless; it was merely an illusion created by a skilled practitioner using a formation. By reversing yin and yang and interchanging the five elements, they opened a portal to an endless world. If someone carelessly entered without being able to break the formation, they would feel as if they were falling endlessly without ever reaching the bottom.
At that moment, Wei Ning couldn't help but feel a sense of dread. If it weren't for Qiqi's attentiveness, he might have been trapped by this formation.
It seemed there was indeed a powerful presence here. Wei Ning felt somewhat disheartened, uncertain if he could successfully obtain the Yin Eye.
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