Chen Shi shouldered his book basket, an over-man-length Hongyi Cannon resting on his shoulder. Li Tianqing followed closely behind him, a large wicker basket strapped to his back, packed to the brim with human-head-sized black iron cannonballs.
Ahead, three or four black iron cannonballs were stowed inside Chen Shi's book basket as well.
Every single one of these things weighed over twenty catties, packed tight with black gunpowder and inscribed on the outside with Great Five Thunder Talismans. Their might was utterly righteous, searing, and ferocious!
Whether it was the black gunpowder or the Great Five Thunder Talismans, both were extremely unstable and would detonate at the slightest carelessness.
If so much as one of them blew, the rest of the shells were bound to go off too. Never mind two minor cultivators in the Divine Embryo Realm, even a great cultivator of the third tier of the Nascent Soul stage would have their Primordial Spirit blasted into smithereens. A great cultivator of the fourth tier, the Divine Descent Realm, would likely meet their maker as well!
Yet Chen Shi and Li Tianqing walked with a light step, showing not the slightest premonition of ascending to the heavens, chatting and laughing as they went.
The reason they remained so nonchalant was that Chen Shi had pasted Calming Talismans over the top, making the Great Five Thunder Talismans and black gunpowder much less hazardous. Still, Li Tianqing felt that a Calming Talisman couldn't really calm a cannonball's spirit. Strange to say, though, his own emotions remained quite settled.
Stirring, heart-shaking vibrations rolled across the distant mountain ranges. As the two climbed to a mountain peak and looked out, they could faintly discern bright lights—presumably the divine radiance formed when spell might erupted. Shining out from the valley, it reflected off the