"Roar!"
The immense roar rang out again, and the terrifying chains grew even more frenzied.
Yin energy hung heavy and sinister.
Baleful energy seethed.
Rolling waves of deathly energy surged.
Wherever the chains swept, they not only smashed stone pillars but also tore dense webs of cracks through the void. Thick black blood flowed from the shattered spaces that opened one after another.
Foul and putrid.
Filled with an ominous aura.
Jiang Qiao stopped to observe, his gaze grave.
He soon discovered a Giant Well in the deepest part of this space.
The well was enormous.
Its diameter exceeded a hundred meters.
Its rim was octagonal, with a huge sheet of talisman paper affixed to each side. Yet the papers were completely blank, bearing no talismans. Jiang Qiao found this strangely unsettling.
As an Awakened who possessed the "Heaven-reaching Talisman,"
he keenly sensed something.
Not only did an intense supernatural aura linger around these talisman papers, but they also connected to some mysterious place.
The Art of Talismans.
For the most part, it revolved around borrowing power.
That was the principle behind asking the ancestral master for protection.
Throughout the ages,
whether in legend or reality,
those who had not entered the fold
could not receive its teachings.
Whatever they drew themselves was meaningless scribbling, utterly useless. In fact, the more authentic it looked, the worse off they might be, because they would expend their essence, qi, and spirit for nothing.
Casual doodling, on the other hand, would leave them unharmed.
In short,
talismans could borrow power.
In traditional tales and legends, power was usually borrowed while drawing a talisman and sealed within its Talisman Core.
But in the supernatural era,
aside from sealing power inside in advance,
a more common use
was to exploit a certain resonance in the