"He died a violent death, and there was demonic Qi present."
"Can you find out anything else?" Cheng Jing asked again.
"We can try; it depends on whether he left any guidance at the moment of his death."
The old man took out some sacrificial tools, prepared the ritual, and chanted a spell while forming seals with his hands.
As the ritual proceeded, the blood flowing across the White Jade Tablet and the blackness within it flew out from the tablet, using it as a medium to summon and guide.
After the time of one incense stick, amidst the blood mist on the White Jade Tablet, some unclear and fragmented images began to emerge.
Under the dark clouds that filled the sky, a man, exuding an overwhelming demonic Qi and terrifying aura, hovered in the air, his eyes sharply looking toward this direction.
The demonic Qi surged, seemingly endless, like the sky collapsing, overwhelming the scene by force.
