Hualing waved her left hand lightly, and an ancient book appeared in her hand: ‘You can stay here for now. I will let you out after I go back and cleanse the plague from your body.’
Fei: ‘What is this?’
She could only see the words ‘Anecdotes from the Three Realms’ written on the cover of the ancient book, but she did not know Hualing’s intentions.
Hua Ling smiled: ‘You’ll find out when you go in. Don’t worry, there’s enough room inside for you to jump around as you like.’
Without waiting for a reply, Hua Ling curled her lips slightly and uttered a spell, and the pages of the book flipped open by themselves, and Fei was instantly sucked in.
With a wave of her hand, the book disappeared again.
Hua Ling walked back to the magic circle and squatted in front of the ancient sword from Yuan.
She gently stroked Congyuan with her fingers, staring intently at the sword’s body as her eyes flickered.
After a moment, as if she had made up her mind, she moved the sword to the centre of the magic source, then stepped back outside the formation.
She joined her left index and middle fingers together as if they were a sword and lightly made a cut on her right wrist. Bright red blood dripped onto the magic circle, and instantly, the magic circle seemed to come to life, beginning to absorb the blood continuously. Then, a golden-red light climbed along the rune marks and covered the entire magic circle…
Hua Ling closed her hands in a seal and gently recited the incantation…
In an instant, a flash of light appeared on the ground, and the source of evil was stripped from the formation and slowly floated into the air… Then, bit by bit, it flowed into the center of the formation from the abyss…
It wasn’t until the entire source of evil was completely absorbed into the sword that the strange light from the formation disappeared.
After she finished her movements, Hua Ling looked visibly exhausted, her face pale, her forehead covered in cold sweat, and she took a weak step back.