Cry
Cry!!!
A grey hawk soars above the wintry, howling Nine Heavens!
With each flap of its wings, it shatters the snow, defying the inverted currents rushing skyward, undulating unpredictably!
The grey hawk with white head and purple pupils unfurls its wings, the purple light of its eyes reflecting the scenery below.
Then, it reflects into the pupils of You Liqing, who is bound and suppressed by Talismans, capturing all the scenes clearly.
You Liqing lies on the ground, a miniature Talisman stuck on his forehead, his gaze flickering constantly.
It seems as if a faint Blood Qi is dispersing from his body.
Boom!!!
At the main building of the Spring Pavilion, the entire pavilion appears as if it’s swaying in the strong wind, on the verge of collapsing, shattered to pieces!
In Qianyuan Taoist City.
Many powerhouses with strong senses have already been alarmed.
The Noble Families, each with their strong individuals, cast their attention from their mansions, scanning with their Primordial Spirits.
"It’s the Peaceful Princess, Ao Yuxin of the Dragon God Clan!”
"Is it really her?! When did the princess enter the city, and we knew nothing?!”
"It must be You Liqing who secretly brought her into the city! I hear the princess lost her son; is she here for vengeance?!”
The minds of powerhouses fluctuate with emotions as they engage in gossipy conversations.
The Su Family, Zhou Family, Yun Family, and Zhong Family, among the four millennium-old families, all have powerhouses releasing their Divine Senses to converse.
And then, within the clouds of Talismans, thousands of Talismans burst out, covering the skies, almost as if the chaotic flowers are about to blind one’s eyes.
This causes the emotions of many powerhouses to fluctuate.
Boom boom boom—!!!
Many powerhouses, their minds turbulent, struggle to calm down.
In some ancient and powerful families, slumbering powerhouses seem to slowly open their eyes.
"It’s her!”
"The Divine Talisman Half-Saint!”
"How could she have left the Divine Talisman Tower of Qian Yuan Divine Sect?”
"Sect Master’s Wife… It’s been so many years since I last saw her.”
"She has grown young again.”
The powerful aura, the muffled voice, flows and floats like sinking incense.
Temple Control Bureau.
A figure whose Qi-Blood subtly bursts forth, without stirring a single snowflake, has already sprung forward, landing atop the Temple Control Bureau building.
The robe of the Divine Envoy flutters as Wenlong Yuwen, one of the two Governor Supervisors of Temple Control Bureau, stands on the rooftop.
He watches the confrontation atop the Spring Pavilion, not far away.
He does not look at Princess Consort Ao Yuxin; his gaze falls on two little girls standing at the edge of the Talisman clouds.
One of the little girls, holding a glowing miniature Talisman, catches Wenlong Yuwen’s attention instantly.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—
Behind Wenlong Yuwen, several Three Flowers Grandmasters of the Temple Control Bureau also leap up, their eyes beaming intensely.
"Governor’s Office… Who is this?”
A Grandmaster who has just broken into the Top Three Flowers Realm can’t help but ask.
This girl is merely holding a talisman, and yet, it seems like the Qi-Blood of the world has frozen.
Even from such a distance, they feel their minds filled with trepidation, as if facing a true temple god who has awakened from slumber!
What terrifying authority is this?!
Wenlong Yuwen lets out a breath: “Divine Talisman Half-Saint… One of the foundations of Qian Yuan Divine Sect.”
"Qian Yuan Divine Sect Master’s Wife… Former Sect Master of Qingyun Daoxuan Fu Shen Sect, her mother was the daughter of the former Emperor of Dajing, the real sister of today’s Emperor Dajing.”
"Background is supremely connected.”
"Xuan Qisha.”
Hush hush hush—
The world becomes deathly quiet.
Each Divine Envoy feels like they have been hammered heavily in their hearts.
This background is indeed a little exaggerated!
But why does she look so tiny, like a three-year-old little girl?
One of the Grandmasters can’t help but voice this question.
However, Wenlong Yuwen’s face trembles: “The more tender the appearance, the more ruthless the murderer
"She practices the Locking God Talisman; locking one talisman, she will lock her own consumed life span and Essence Qi and Spirit. One Locking God Talisman, locks life for thirty years.”
"The more childlike she appears, the more Locking God Talismans she has used
Wenlong Yuwen, as a warrior at Martial Saint Level, possesses extraordinary insight.
"This girl, very strong… Part of the foundation under the Greater God of Divine Sect.”
Wenlong Yuwen solemnly says.
"The princess has provoked her… She may have hit a steel plate.”
Qianyuan Taoist City, Qintian Observatory.
Octagonal heavy eaves Treasure Tower.
Atop the pavilion.
An old figure, hair and beard fluttering white, walks to the railing with an air of an immortal.
Watching the dragon soaring into the sky in the distance, and those dazzling Talisman clouds.
Shaking his head with a bittersweet smile.
"Foolishness.”
"Ji Moli, this man, cold and heartless, sending his son Ji Haihui to Golden Light Prefecture is completely like sending him to his death. Now, with Princess Consort Ao Yuxin coming to Qianyuan Taoist City
"She’s just a pawn.”
"If she really gets killed, it’s all as he wished.”
"Xuan Qisha, Xuan Qisha, after so many years of not coming out of the tower, don’t create a huge mess for your Sect Master Husband when you do.”
The old man stretches lazily and sits in a rocking chair inside the pavilion.
Creak creak…
The charcoal stove burns warm; the old man feels drowsy.
As if the turmoil within the city has nothing to do with him.
"Divine Talisman… Half-Saint?!”
Whoosh whoosh whoosh—!
The wind howls, and terrifying oppression continues to rampage.
Princess Consort’s palace attire and long hair are blown back entirely, her black hair and skirt dancing together.
Till this day in the cultivation world, there are four highly prestigious professions that possess tremendous strength and status.
Divine Talisman Master, Divine Armaments Master, Divine Carver, and Divine Pill Master!