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A child shouted, "Big brother, no! I want to stay with you forever!" This prompted the other children to join in the chorus.
"Can you be quiet? Your shadow is the faintest!"
Sang Qingxiao patiently waited for the children to say their goodbyes while preparing for the ritual. The summoning array for the Underworld Gate was quite complex, constructed from fragments. The nearby Demon Catchers watched intently, their eyes unblinking, yet they couldn't comprehend what they were seeing. Even so, they didn't want to miss a single detail of her drawing.
Sang Qingxiao did not stop them from trying to learn; her knowledge came from future generations, which had compiled thousands of experiences from various demon-catching schools into written form. This book was not easy to compile, especially the Basic Volume, which served as the foundation for all others. When she first encountered this field of study, her teachers had warned them that a solid foundation was essential.
Thus, even if these individuals memorized the lines she sketched in their minds, without the Basic Volume to clarify their understanding, they would never be able to replicate it.
As more strokes were added to the array, the sky gradually darkened. At first, no one paid much attention, but when twilight fell and a chilling wind began to blow, everyone shivered and suddenly realized what was happening. They looked in shock at the busy girl.
It was still early afternoon; the darkness descended too quickly. Could it be that she really could summon the Underworld Gate?
Reality soon provided them with an answer. The darkness spread rapidly, and only the Divine Fire and Sang Qingxiao's array illuminated the ground beneath them. As everything around them turned pitch black, the temperature continued to drop, leaving everyone feeling cold and uneasy. Some sensitive individuals even sensed a chilling energy entering their bodies.
Terrifying wails echoed from afar; in this situation, no one doubted they were hearing real sounds. As the cries grew louder, Sang Qingxiao's array slowly began to rise, revealing a Black Stone Gate adorned with Soulflowers. The moment the stone door opened, everyone ignored the ghostly howls.
All attention was drawn to the unseen force emanating from within the gate, pulling at each person's soul with varying degrees of intensity. The sensation of impending death after a fierce battle paled in comparison to this moment's shock.
The pulling sensation accompanied by a mysterious power that demanded submission felt as if that force could compel them to willingly end their own lives at its command.
"Miss Sang," Liang Shangshan managed to steady his mind amidst his panic. "Could you hurry? Old Man feels he can't hold on much longer."
"Do not fear, Liang Family Head," she replied calmly. "Your life and death are already recorded in the Book of Life and Death; Ghost Messengers are very punctual."
Once the Ghost Gate fully opened, numerous Soul Lock Chains emerged from an unfathomable abyss. They swiftly found each little ghost, binding them around their waists and pulling them into the gate with great speed—Ouyang Jun's spirit was among them.
In comparison, their method of collecting children was noticeably gentler. After their souls vanished into the darkness, two chains remained unreturned.
A cage woven by Sang Qingxiao stood outside, blocking the entrance. The Soul Lock Chains were perplexing.
They loosely wrapped around Sang Qingxiao a few times, then released, only to wrap again and release once more. After several attempts, she nearly tangled herself up.
Sang Qingxiao had been in this world for nearly ten years. To better integrate with this body, she had extensively used the methods of soul solidification from her past life on herself. After ten years, she had completely merged with this form.
So what if she discovered it? The Soul Lock Chains could no longer bind her.
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