The ground of the Mechanism Formation testing grounds was engraved with three thousand six hundred intersecting starlight tracks, with a bronze puppet lying dormant in every single groove. Mo Di sat cross-legged on the Tai Chi diagram at the eye of the formation, motionless for three days, frost even clinging to his eyelashes.
On the fourth day, at the third hour of Yin, the moment the morning star lit up the eastern sky, a faint blue flash crossed Mo Di's mechanical spectacles. Three hundred and sixty stellar counting rods slid out from his sleeves, their sharp tips piercing his fingertips as beads of blood wound their way along the engraved grooves.
"Tianshu, rise."
Chapter 674