The consecrated demon startled the boundless sky, the talisman master's divine punishment set the universe in motion.
A forsaken youth, cast adrift by his own kin, found himself in the midst of a savage wilderness. 
From misfortune sprang opportunity; in the depths of despair, he stumbled upon an ancient tome, long lost to the annals of time, revealing the secrets of talisman mastery.
Through three decades of toil and strife, a tale of ruthless ambition and violent retribution unfolded, painting the town in shades of crimson.
In the realm of the Nine Heavens and the Demonic Lands, who holds sway?

Pinnacle of Talisman Mastery

Flowing Cloud Peak had only five buildings, and on this vast mountaintop, it appeared somewhat isolated. Right now, one of the central doors was wide open, and from inside came the sound of someone protesting, "No, absolutely not. How can we have female disciples on Flowing Cloud Peak? You should quickly send her down the mountain!"


As the view narrowed, one could see the Shen siblings kneeling at the door, while Shi Feiyu sat on a chair inside, a sly smile on his lips. "Old Rascal, this matter isn't up to you. If you don't agree, I'll immediately leave this troublesome place!"


Gongsun Yang, seated across from them, found himself shaking his beard slightly, as if he was quite annoyed. But this old man understood that if Shi Feiyu left, this place would be left with just him and Zhou Lian. Flowing Cloud Peak would become a laughingstock in that case.


"Come closer; I have something to tell you."


Not the Right Time