He circled around Gantang Temple, finally found a hall, landed on the roof ridge, and sat cross-legged, patiently waiting for the seal to be lifted.
Soon seven days passed, and at midnight on the eighth day, he felt a sensation and quickly sent a spiritual mechanism down to investigate.
Originally, he entered and exited like threading through a narrow well, cramped and hard to proceed. But this time, there was no obstruction, clearly showing that the prohibition had dissipated, dissolved away. He couldn't help but laugh wildly, and a wisp of white smoke flew out from the top of his head, abandoning Shang Qingjun's physical body, then plunged underground.
