The silhouettes started glowing in a certain tempo, their movements akin to the movements of an absolute expert, each move containing an indescribable depth that one could easily get lost in.

Xiang Shaoyun stared unblinking at the movements, imprinting everything in his mind. The silhouettes moved quickly, and it almost seemed like they had only flickered for a few times before all of them dissipated. It was also at that moment that the tower withdrew all its power. 

The formation vanished, and peace returned, as though all that had happened was a dream. Xiang Shaoyun stood there in a daze, the movements of the silhouettes replaying in his mind repeatedly.

For anyone else, remembering the movements in such...