“What do you see?” Qing Han knew what Lu Yun was capable of. Back in the burial mound, the governor had brought an immortal ghost under his control, and seen the human form that Miao had dreamed up for herself.

Lu Yun shook his head, his eyes fixed on the center of the river. The figure in white had disappeared and a small island was slowly rising out of the vortex instead. The world around him seemed to shift in an instant. An enormous feng shui layout enveloped the premises, its influence covering a ten-kilometer radius with the island as the center.

“The two principles,” he murmured.

A layout of the two principles consisted of anything and everything in the world, deducing heaven and earth, yin and yang, and life and death from it. In such a layout, there was a fine line between heaven and hell. One misstep could lead to death.

Lu Yun had only ever read about the layout,...