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 elegant and mysterious purple lotus on Mengyu's forehead had only recently become visible. Prior to this, Shi Feiyu had not noticed this conspicuous mark on Mengyu's forehead.


Covered in a purple light veil, Mengyu appeared like a goddess untouched by worldly affairs. The ethereal beauty under the purple light was enough to captivate anyone's heart.


However, Mengyu remained composed at this moment. She gently released Leng Hanmei's jade-like hand, then walked over to Shi Feiyu and sat down, offering a faint smile.


The two had an unspoken understanding. Whenever Shi Feiyu pressed her too much, Mengyu would respond with a smile, refusing to speak. The smile she wore now clearly indicated that she wouldn't reveal anything, no matter how much he pressed. Shi Feiyu found this headache-inducing.


A Rune