Mi Yin's Spirit Suppression Talisman-Wouldn't It Be Better Without Competitors?

Zhang Zhengyi slept for a long time before waking and rubbing his head.

His head was about to explode.

If he had not been impossible to kill, he would absolutely have died from the empowerment, burst apart alive.

Big Beard had said he was casually passing along a technique, but when a colossal figure like him gave something to a junior, how could he possibly bring himself to offer just one technique?

A huge pile of miscellaneous things that Zhang Zhengyi could not sort out for the moment was still churning around inside his head.

Of all those things, the one floating at the very top, the clearest one, was something called the Spirit Suppression Talisman.

Its contents included a detailed introduction.

Mi Yin, the Dao Sect's 130th Generation Preacher, had been rebellious by nature, with strange and cunning ideas unlike those of ordinary people. In the beginning, he had once been completely at odds with the Dao Sect's environment at the time.

Moreover, that guy had been utterly audacious. There was nothing he did not dare to imagine or do.

Take the two words "guiding the departed," for example.

He had felt that something was off. Skipping over their long-established meaning, he examined them anew, and the more he looked, the less he understood. He truly could not figure out what guiding the departed actually meant.

Especially after he heard that the mysterious Lord of the Underworld possessed a divine ability capable of guiding the dead onward.

Along with the legends and rumors that had gradually begun to spread, there was supposedly a World of the Dead, divided from the world of the living by the boundary of life and death.

So-called guiding the departed meant sending the dead to the place where they belonged, helping them escape suffering