"Yin cloud Gu."
In the secret room, Fang Yuan sat on the cushion, muttering as he pointed his finger forward.
Suddenly, a Gu came out of his aperture like a flash of light.
The moment it appeared, it lightly exploded, turning into a dark black cloud.
This cloud sank quickly, as it circulated within itself, in the blink of an eye, it landed on the ground, and placed Fang Yuan above the cloud layer.
Fang Yuan sat on the black cloud, it was softer than the cushion, but slightly colder.
He was not surprised, stretching out his index finger and pointing to the air.
"Yang cloud Gu."
A white light tore through the air as it exploded into pure white mist.
Once the white cloud appeared, it wanted to rise, but sensed the black cloud below Fang Yuan.
The two cloud layers had a formless attraction to each other, as the black and white clouds continued to roll internally, looking after one another.