Han Yu opened his mouth again to tell them to move back, but then he felt it.
HUMMM
A pulse of Qi... strong, rhythmic, and sharp. It rolled through the ground like a wave.
HUALA
He froze, and a split second later, the ground beneath their feet began to glow.
The faint outline of symbols appeared on the moss-covered flagstones, flickering like ghostly fire. The light was bright, almost blinding, and in that moment Han Yu realized they had triggered something that had been dormant for centuries.
"What's happening?" one of the disciples shouted, his voice trembling with panic.
"I don't know!" another cried, taking a step back.
But Han Yu's eyes were locked on the glowing symbols.
They weren't random markings. They were runes: ancient, complex, and nothing like the ones commonly used in modern formation arrays. The more he looked at them, the more unfamiliar they seemed, yet there was something buried in his memory that stirred.
They weren't there before.
