That night, Xuan Xiao sat cross-legged in the stone chamber, his hands continuously forming hand seals. Floating before him was a small white flag, upon which eighty-one restrictions flickered like tiny black dots.
With a solemn expression, Xuan Xiao changed the incantation in his hands and abruptly pointed a finger at the small white flag. Instantly, successive afterimages of restrictions flashed forth, forming a ring of restrictions that struck the white flag.
The moment this restriction made contact with the small white flag, it collapsed, transforming into a black dot that settled onto the flag, becoming its eighty-second restriction.
Chapter 1501