Cultivator Yan's face filled with terror. He hastily took the jade slip from Qin Fengming's hand, and the instant his divine sense sank into it, his expression changed dramatically.
He saw that where he had originally used spiritual power and divine sense to inscribe those two characters into the jade slip, not a single trace of writing remained. Only a square area, as if deliberately smeared over with energy, was left behind.
"Ah, this... this... how did it become like this?"
Amid his startled cry, the middle-aged Cultivator Yan stood rooted to the spot.
In the several hundred years since he had embarked on the path of cultivation, he had never encountered such a situation. He had clearly imprinted the two characters from his memory completely into the jade slip, yet now not the slightest trace of writing remained upon it.
"Fellow Daoist Yan, don't be alarmed. I naturally know that you carved the characters into the jade slip. As for why this happened, this Qin can more or less guess the reason. This Qin would like to know: does that small sect Fellow Daoist Yan originally intended to join still exist?"
Cultivator Yan was unfamiliar with spell formations and talisman crafting, so he naturally could not have known that profound and abstruse spell incantations were impossible for ordinary people to record in their entirety unless they were masters of spell incantations.
As a grandmaster of formations, Qin Fengming naturally knew that if a Core Formation realm cultivator examined this scroll, they would certainly be attacked and suffer a backlash from the writing on it with merely one glance. Death on the spot would be beyond doubt.
Even Cultivator Yan had nearly lost his balance, which was enough to show how serious the matter was.
"Ah, although my ancestors were