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

The wind blew across the mountaintop, causing the lanterns hanging from the eaves to sway back and forth. Zhou Lian had knelt outside the door for half an incense stick's worth of time, but he had received no response.


"Senior Brother Feiyu, what can I do for you to forgive me?" After waiting for a while, Zhou Lian seemed to have made a decision and stood up, saying, "Just tell me your conditions, and I'll do it immediately."


However, even after saying these words, he still received no response. Zhou Lian's mouth twitched, and just as he was about to turn and leave, he noticed that the door had been left slightly ajar. With some hesitation, he quietly approached the crack in the door. However, upon closer inspection, Zhou Lian's face turned exceptionally strange.


Shen Zifeng, who was also curious, walked over and looked inside. His face also became strangely distorted.


The Top Disciple of the Inner Sect