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

"Look, the beast tide is retreating, the beast tide is retreating."


As the last Armoured Thundercloud Beast fell to the ground, the beast tide immediately scattered without a leader. Seeing this scene, many young men and women revealed their ecstasy as if they had survived a disaster.


Cheers and shouts intertwined, erupting like a tidal wave, causing some people's faces to gradually darken.


In the Subtle Valley disciples' group, Jin Luoting sneered and whispered, "He just happened to get lucky. There's nothing to be happy about."


Wang Tuo shook his head without saying a word. When Shi Feiyu killed the third-grade Armoured Thundercloud Beast just now, he had been watching the whole time. He wondered if he could even come back alive, let alone kill a third-grade mythical beast using such thunderous methods.


Gao Lan raised an eyebrow, stretched lazily, and then smiled playfully, "Junior Brother Feiyu, you have impressive skills. You surprised me."


Framing