The world before Zheng Fa's eyes reminded him of a small pond outside Zhao Family Manor.
Every spring and summer, the pond would be packed with countless tiny fish.
Those fish were truly small. If one tried to scoop them up by hand, their slender bodies could slip through the tiniest gaps between one's fingers.
As a child, Zheng Fa had been somewhat mischievous. Every so often, he liked to toss a stone into the pond and watch the little fish scatter in panic.
Now, he felt that karma had come for him—
Because there were so many fish in front of him!
He looked around the little courtyard and felt as though he had fallen into that pond.
Countless little fish seemed to be swimming before his eyes. The paths of their movement formed one strange pattern after another, looking very much like Talisman Diagrams.
Or rather, they ought to have been the source of Talisman Diagrams.
Because of these patterns, the world before him seemed draped in layer upon layer of spiderwebs, cutting everything into fragmented pieces.
These little fish swam through every corner—in the sky, on the walls, on the ground, and among the grass at the base of the walls.
There were little fish on the Eldest Miss and Seventh Young Master, above their heads, even within the streams of air flowing in and out through their nostrils as they breathed.
"With this Spirit Eye Talisman, what you see is the world Talisman Masters see when they draw talismans." Senior Sister Zhang's voice came from nearby. "Talisman Diagrams are also called talismanic scripts by some. As for what they truly are, every Talisman Master has a different understanding."
"Some say they are manifestations of the Heavenly Dao, a kind of writing," Senior Sister Zhang continued. "But