"Though this cultivation technique is an incomplete scroll, using it as a stake for this wager can still be considered a match."
Zhang Tie's voice remained calm. With a light flick of his fingertip, the jade slip radiating pale green fluorescence left his hand, as if supported by an invisible force, and steadily landed back in front of the old woman.
The old woman's withered palm made a grasping motion in the void, pulling the jade slip back into her sleeve as a trace of imperceptible sneer flashed through her cloudy pupils. She did not say much, only nodding slightly as her figure drifted backward a few zhang, and she crossed her legs in mid-air to close her eyes and calm her mind.
Zhang Tie no longer watched her, his figure swaying slightly like smoke and mist, and the next moment he stood silently on the high part of the city wall. He flicked his sleeves and sat cross-legged, his robes drooping and rubbing against the bricks with a very faint rustling sound.
The contents of that jade slip had already unfolded within his divine sense. The first chapter of Xuanmen spoke of the "Vessel of Time."
He closed his eyes and concentrated, characters flowing and graphics transforming within his mind.
As for the bet beneath the city, he had no worries whatsoever.
When he previously searched a portion of that star beast's memory, he had already gained a thorough understanding of this clan. They did not cultivate techniques or comprehend the Great Dao, but relied solely on the innate totems branded deep within their bloodlines to channel the power of the stars into their bodies.
The purer the bloodline, the higher the talent, and the faster the speed of absorbing starlight. From mortals to True Immortals, and then to