"Daoist Master Jialing."
"Is the Daoist sect doing well?"
His voice was not loud, yet Yang Ling, who was preparing to unleash a thunderous strike, suddenly froze. But immediately afterward, he moved even faster, reaching out and pushing the talisman in the void forward.
"Crash!"
Hundreds of talismans joined together, forming a gigantic imperial proclamation scroll.
Above the proclamation scroll.
The talismans writhed.
They formed one large character after another.
"Jade Palace of the Nine Flores, Imperial Chamber of the Seven Treasures. In accordance with Heaven's decree and destiny, holding authority over yin and yang... Great compassion and great vows, great holiness and great benevolence. Following Heaven's example, the Empress Earth Goddess!"
The sacred proclamation was written across the scroll.
The appearance of every character stirred a resonance throughout heaven and earth.
Grand, overlapping voices.
Echoed from the void.
It was as if all temporal beings across the ten directions of the universe, from ancient times to the present, were chanting and reciting together.
The momentum was immense.
Its might was unrivaled.
Solemn and dignified.
As the sacred proclamation took shape, the aura emanating from Yang Ling grew increasingly cold and gloomy. At the same time, centered on him, an invisible web spread out, forming a strange correspondence with this stretch of the Nether Sea.
It was like two sheets of paper overlapping.
Above and below, in all directions.
They became connected to each other.
And by borrowing this connection.
Yang Ling could, to a certain extent, directly turn every area within a hundred li into his medium.
The terrifying fluctuations dissipated.
But some strange presence hidden in the darkness was quietly laying the groundwork.
"The evil entity inherited your memories."
Yang Ling looked at Yuan Yu, his expression icy to the extreme. "I don't know what method you used