Ji Ping certainly had his methods. He pulled a pinhole camera and a monitor from the bag he was carrying. Strictly speaking, such electronic equipment was regulated, but judging by his demeanor, he must have acquired them through unofficial channels.

The old Daoist clearly had no use for such modern electronics. Having lived in seclusion in the wing room of the back courtyard for years, it was already impressive that he hadn't completely lost touch with society. However, it must be said, if one truly encountered a Daoist who could use the internet and play online games, most people would genuinely question the authenticity of his clerical identity.

Ji Ping, Kuang Feifan, and Feng Tian argued for a long time, until Kuang Feifan, leveraging his status as an electronic authentication expert, decisively won the right to use the pinhole camera in the main chamber.

But as they approached the sealed room, all three of them involuntarily felt a pervasive sense of unease wash over their bodies, as if something was subtly manipulating their emotions, waves of anxiety and tension striking their hearts.

Ji Ping suddenly remembered something. He pulled the other two out of the Daoist temple. Earlier, he had found a wooden ladder outside, and now he brought it in with the others.

Setting the ladder up against the sloping roof of that room, Kuang Feifan climbed up. The ladder conveniently solved a major problem for him; he hadn't intended to get onto the roof anyway, but now, standing on the ladder, he could reach up and dislodge a roof tile.

After Kuang Feifan removed a few tiles, a relatively small opening appeared in the roof. At that very moment, before Kuang Feifan could even insert the pinhole camera into the hole, a burst of cold air emerged from it, and Kuang Feifan instantly felt a strange sensation.

It wasn't the cold air itself that affected him. Standing on the ladder, he could clearly sense that the room inside seemed saturated with endless resentment. This inexplicable emotional pressure was radiating outwards through the opening, as if an infection were spreading. Kuang Feifan realized the malevolent intent was surging into his heart like towering waves.

Kuang Feifan shuddered violently. The sudden emotional shift almost made him fall from the ladder. He truly couldn't describe this hatred filled with resentment; it was as if the accumulated emotions within the room were venting directly through the breach he had created. The intensity felt almost tangible, undulating around his body.

At this point, Feng Tian and Ji Ping below the ladder noticed Kuang Feifan's unusual stillness and couldn't help but ask with heightened concern, "What's wrong? Are you alright? Did you see something?"

Kuang Feifan steadied his mind. Although the surging resentment felt intensely real, it wasn't enough to cause him any substantial harm.

Waving downwards, Kuang Feifan inserted the camera into the hole. An extension wire was already attached to the other end, with the receiver held by Ji Ping. He gave Ji Ping a thumbs-up to signal success and swiftly descended the ladder back to the ground.

Meanwhile, Ji Ping was adjusting the angle of the image appearing on the screen of the receiver in his hands. The three heads huddled together, six eyes intensely fixed on the small screen.

At first, the image was pitch black; there were no lights in the room, and the light filtering in through the roof opening was extremely limited. Ji Ping turned on the LED light surrounding the camera lens.

Finally, under the pale blue light, a hazy image of the room appeared on the screen. But to their disappointment, there was nothing worth seeing—it was completely empty.

Ji Ping continued to feed the extension wire further in, letting the camera hang down as close to the floor as possible. At last, an object appeared in the camera's view.

It was indistinct at first, and the group leaned in, straining to see clearly. As the camera descended lower and the image grew sharper, the three of them simultaneously sucked in a sharp breath, their eyes wide with disbelief at what they were witnessing.

In the frame, they distinctly saw, directly in the center of the room's floor, the undeniable presence of a well—but it was a well almost completely filled with dirt. As the camera moved further down, within their sightline, the gray concrete floor surrounding the well was inscribed with black runes.

Even more bizarrely, unlike the Bagua symbols commonly used in Daoism, these black runes were written in a pattern radiating outwards from nine different points, some long and some short. At the end of each string of runes lay a small, pale green disc. At first glance, they resembled the small saucers used for vinegar in restaurants, but they quickly realized the material of these small dishes seemed to be copper.

Ji Ping carefully maneuvered the camera closer to one of the small discs and immediately saw what looked like a layer of congealed grease inside the small dish in the image.

Pulling the camera back, they discovered there was nothing else in the room besides these items.

In other words, the entire room contained nothing but a dirt-filled well and nine circular copper discs. Was the so-called soul-suppression mechanism reliant on these nine dishes?

Ji Ping couldn't help but blurt out, "What in the world are these things?"

In truth, even Feng Tian had no idea what they were—a formation? A profound art? In any case, he had never seen anything like it.

Kuang Feifan turned to look at the old Daoist who was still flipping through books in the wing room, giving the other two an inquiring look.

Feng Tian nodded and walked towards the old Daoist.

After Feng Tian described what he had seen through the lens, the old Daoist's face changed dramatically, as if he had learned something terrifying. He suddenly straightened up and rushed swiftly over to Kuang Feifan and Ji Ping.

Noticing his distress, Kuang Feifan quickly reached out to support the old Daoist and immediately felt his entire body trembling slightly. He made space and gestured for the Daoist to look at the screen of the receiver, while Ji Ping manipulated the camera, showing him the well, the runes, and the dishes.

After confirming the images on the screen repeatedly, a look of sheer terror crossed the old Daoist's face. He staggered back several steps uncontrollably; if Kuang Feifan and Feng Tian hadn't held him steady, the old Daoist might have collapsed onto the floor.

"This is impossible… this is impossible…" the old Daoist muttered repeatedly, his voice trembling, clearly unwilling to believe what he was seeing.

Feng Tian and Kuang Feifan exchanged a look and practically carried the old Daoist back to the wing room, helping him sit in a chair and forcing him to drink a cup of tea.

After a while, the old Daoist slowly calmed down. He looked up at Kuang Feifan and Feng Tian, letting out a long sigh, but his expression remained utterly bewildered.

"Are you alright now?" Feng Tian asked, having never seen the old Daoist so distraught, his worry evident.

The old Daoist shook his head and said blankly, "I don't know, I don't know…"

Kuang Feifan couldn't help but ask directly, "Daoist Master, do you recognize what is in that room? Is it some kind of formation?"

The old Daoist remained silent for a long time, then nodded. "Yes, it is a formation, but I never imagined it would be in that room."

Kuang Feifan asked with confusion, "Was it a formation set up by your master years ago? To suppress vengeful spirits?"

Feng Tian seemed to grasp something then and couldn't help but ask, "Old Daoist Master, what is that formation called?"

Another silence followed. After a long pause, the old Daoist took a deep breath and articulated slowly, word by word, "The Nine Revolutions Soul Suppressing Array."