Hogwarts Summoning Guide

Yan Nishuang swallowed hard. She hadn't drunk any water for almost two days, and her throat and nasal cavity were so dry and painful. If she didn't replenish her fluids soon, she might not be able to get up next time she fell.

She followed the mountain's contours deep into the uninhabited area, and as expected, following the instructions in the ancient texts, she found the omen at dusk. It marked the appearance of the most ancient cultivation site in the East—West Kunlun—on the mountain peak under the setting sun.

However, when she flew up to the mountaintop in ecstasy, she found herself in a maze of illusions. The magical elements suddenly lost their connection with her, and she was transformed into an ordinary person, a lost ordinary person in a boundless desolate sea of ​​mountains.

The blazing sun directly overhead hadn't moved for two days, its intense heat making Yan Nishuang see stars. Although her will remained strong, her body was simply exhausted. These past few days of traversing mountains and valleys had drained her energy immensely, yet she hadn't seen a single tree or blade of grass. Magic packs couldn't be opened, and spells like "Clear Water Like a Spring" were useless. She found a slightly higher hilltop and looked around, only to find the same monotonous, steep rocks, which gradually filled Yan Nishuang with despair.

I thought the compass in my arms might be of some use, but after entering this illusion, the compass stopped working like a motor that had run out of power.

A few days ago, in order to seek greater power, Yan Nishuang made a special visit to Li Daoyang, the oldest mage in the East and the principal of Wenyuan Pavilion. She finally persuaded this man, who could be called the Dumbledore of the East, and obtained the key to open the most mysterious cultivation secret realm in the East, Xikunlun, which was the compass.

Yan Nishuang still remembered the complex emotions in Li Daoyang's eyes when he handed her the compass, and how he repeatedly told her that there was only one of its kind in the world and that she must take good care of it. He also told her that countless powerful sorcerers in the East had gone to search for Xikunlun over the past thousand years, but none of them had returned. Strangely, while the people did not return, the compass would reappear in the world not long afterward.

Decades ago, during the war, Li Daoyang went to the Northwest to search for a secret realm in order to resist foreign enemies. However, he entered an illusion and had no way out for three days and three nights. Finally, by chance, he accidentally triggered a mechanism and survived. Since then, he has never dared to go there again. The compass has always been in Li Daoyang's collection.

Over the years, Li Daoyang searched through ancient books without any practical results, and gradually the legend of Xikunlun faded away. However, he could not resist Yan Nishuang's persistence. He vaguely felt that Yan Nishuang might be the most gifted young mage in the East in decades, and perhaps she could unravel the secrets of Xikunlun.

Yan Nishuang saw through Li Daoyang's thoughts. She was originally quite confident, but at this moment, her exhausted body was so dehydrated that her brain could not think clearly. In the end, she twisted her ankle and fell down.

"Ah!" Yan Nishuang cried out in surprise, but not because of the pain in her body, but because she saw the precious compass slip from her hand and fall into a sharp rock.

But she no longer had the strength to catch the compass, and could only watch helplessly as it crashed into the rocks with a scream. By sheer coincidence, the gem in the center of the compass was the first to be hit.

With a loud "bang!", Yan Nishuang fell heavily to the ground. Hearing the sound, she felt a pang of bitterness, but her eyes, already dried by the sun, could no longer shed tears. At this moment, she no longer felt the suffering she had endured, nor was she indulging in the beautiful memories of the past. Instead, she was filled with guilt. In her heart, her life was insignificant, but breaking the compass meant that she might become a sinner for all time in the East. Perhaps the sorcerers of the East would never be able to find this place again, and the legend of Xikunlun might come to an end.

Her face lay limply on the yellow sand; death was perhaps her inevitable end. But a strange sound entered her ears.

It sounded like a bugle call coming from afar, startling her. She gritted her teeth, mustered her last bit of willpower, and got up to look. She was immediately stunned by the scene before her.

The compass lay upside down like a piece of discarded trash, but the gem in the center of the compass flew into the air, and countless golden points of light emerged from the broken gap, forming a golden torrent that rushed toward the rocks not far away.

The rocks seemed to come alive, deforming and parting to form a small plain, and the golden substance in the gemstone gradually formed a magnificent building on the plain.

"So that's how it is!" Yan Nishuang was both surprised and delighted. She immediately understood the whole story. This Kunlun compass was one of a kind in the world, and any mage who obtained it would protect it carefully. However, to open the passage to West Kunlun, one had to find this labyrinthine illusion in the mountains of the northwest and smash the gemstone in the illusion, because the door to that passage had always been sealed inside that gemstone the size of a thumb tip.

Golden specks within the gemstone, like golden sand, gradually formed a massive stone gate, at least thirty meters high. The sound of horns emanated from this emerging, majestic gate.

Shimen has eaves with very distinctive oriental features, but they are not in the style of the iconic Tang and Song dynasties. Instead, they can be traced back to before the Han dynasty, or even to the Eastern Zhou dynasty.

"Yes! It's the architectural style of the Western Zhou Dynasty!" Yan Nishuang thought excitedly. The fatigue and pain she had just experienced seemed to have been completely forgotten. Although the sun was still blazing in the sky, she no longer felt the heat and burning sensation. As for why she was so certain it was the Western Zhou Dynasty, and why one of the most famous legends in the East—the Investiture of the Gods—occurred at the turn of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, Yan Nishuang vaguely sensed the connection.

In less than five minutes, the gem released its last grain of gold and vanished into thin air, while the gate was fully formed. Standing in front of the gate, Yan Nishuang felt as insignificant as an ant. This gate was so large that even a small warship could fly through it, let alone a person.

Even more spectacular is the breathtaking scenery behind this gate, a scene that resembles a fairyland.

Ascend the jade platform on the golden steps adorned with carved dragons.

A five-colored phoenix emerges from the painting;

The wind swept away the clouds, revealing the city tower.

Iron horse, divine weapon, white spear blade.

Even in her dreams, Yan Nishuang had never seen such a magnificent fairyland. However, she couldn't help but admire it for a moment. A troop of golden-armored guards flew out of the gate in single file, numbering in the hundreds. They stood in neat rows, like a chessboard, suspended in the air before the gate. Each had a long sword at their waist, a golden spear in their hand, a bow and arrows on their back, and rode on auspicious clouds—clearly celestial soldiers and generals from Eastern legends, but their faces were obscured.

Yan Nishuang took a few steps back, and suddenly realized that her magic seemed to have returned. She grabbed the jade pen in her hand, ready to fight if the newcomer was hostile.

One of the golden-armored guards stepped forward. His armor was now surrounded by clouds and mist, and his helmet was also surrounded by light. He was probably the leading general.

The general stepped forward, then put his spear back into his palm, knelt down on one knee, bowed to Yan Nishuang, and then suddenly stood up. With a wave of his hand, the many golden-armored guards split into two groups, making way for him.

Yan Nishuang then realized that there was no physical body inside the golden armor; they were just a group of armored figures with consciousness.