Yang Ling saw black lightning shining at the top of the pyramid.
At first, he was somewhat stunned.
Then delight appeared on his face.
He had never imagined that this Visitor from beyond the heavens would actually be a disciple of the Daoist sect—and quite possibly even a core disciple!
The reasoning was simple.
The Thunder Art was the Daoist sect's foremost demon-subduing divine art. In every generation, only direct-line disciples could inherit it, and it had to be personally taught by a master who possessed the Thunder Art as well. Outsiders could never obtain it!
"Daoist sect..."
"I never thought that after reincarnating for decades, I would still be able to meet a fellow disciple."
Yang Ling's eyes shone brightly.
As he watched the figure at the top of the pyramid cast what was clearly a pure Thunder Art, he even felt that its laws of thunder were purer than those of several of his senior brothers and uncles.
"The sect must have already reached Blue Star."
"I just don't know how things are now. Have humans already established themselves there?"
"That place isn't simple."
"It's just that time is short, and I have no other choice."
Yang Ling pondered inwardly.
The other side was right at the center of the storm of the supernatural conflict. If he rashly intervened, he might attract attacks from both sides. He had to find a way to contact this fellow disciple first.
"A fellow Daoist from the sect."
"He must have a talisman record."
"Let's see if we can sense each other through it and draw his attention."
"But..."
"I am a reincarnated person, and my talisman record has suffered severe damage. My strength has yet to recover, so I don't know whether I can establish contact."
The so-called talisman record.
It