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

With a hint of mockery at the corner of his mouth, Shi Feiyu glanced at Lei Xun and then ignored him. The moment he approached the eighth stone stele earlier, he had already sensed a hidden divine soul pressure here.


If someone with insufficiently strong divine soul origins approached, they would likely suffer severe injuries. Lei Xun was not a Talisman Master, and naturally, he could not possess powerful divine soul origins. Even if he wanted to make a move, his strength would be diminished.


The force of divine soul slowly surged as the technique operated, continuously gathering around him. With the convergence of these divine soul energies, Shi Feiyu's cultivation was gradually increasing.


Suddenly, a fist smashed onto the hard rocky ground. Lei Xun seemed to want to alleviate the intense pain arising from his divine soul origins, but immediately he found that this pain not only didn't decrease but intensified as his fist struck the ground.


Confrontation