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

"I'll keep him; he might be useful." With a slight smile, Shi Feiyu patted Shen Zifeng's shoulder, quickly asked about their current place of residence, and hurried away.


Inside the arena, the only surviving Insidious Valley disciple waited until their figures disappeared from view. Then, a trace of resentment appeared in his eyes, "This matter won't end like this. Just wait and see."


With that said, he didn't linger and left the arena. He rushed out of the city towards the Sea of No Lives, seemingly afraid to continue participating in the Dragon Soul Mountain Range expedition, busy delivering a message.


"Heh, Junior Brother Feiyu's tactic of killing one to warn a hundred seems to have worked today." Walking on the bustling street, looking at the passersby whose gazes were all focused on them, Zhou Lian raised an eyebrow and said, "During your absence, we've endured a lot of humiliation, especially from Li Ze and the other Hundred-Finger Peak disciples."


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