Golden light radiated outward, and a dense, masculine aura surged forth, raining down in a hazy veil and enveloping everyone at its center.
The murky gray mist was immediately driven away.
Within the six clusters of gray fog, those illusory tentacles visibly hesitated. One or two swift probes were also bounced away by the golden light.
Qin He looked at Da Yajin. This was another one of his hidden trump cards.
A spirit talisman—the Golden Light Talisman.
It was engraved with Sanskrit Inscriptions, from the Buddhist sect.
This world had Buddhism.
The Abyss was incomplete. The Daoist and Buddhist sects had vanished without a trace, while the myriad races were like insects in a jar, ravaged by supernatural horrors.
Yet what was this world truly like?
Once he recovered his magical power, he had to go out and see it for himself.
"Move. Get close to the stone stele. This talisman won't hold for long." Seeing the tentacles repelled, Da Yajin immediately called everyone forward.
The group swiftly rushed toward the stone stele.
"So this is your plan?" Qin He asked Da Yajin.
The price seemed a little steep. A spirit talisman just to check in at a spot—put bluntly, he might have to lose even the shirt off his back.
But this check-in point belonged to Qin He himself, so he could not say that aloud.
"Well, circumstances changed. Under normal conditions, I wouldn't have needed to use this talisman." Da Yajin looked pained as well. "But since I promised you, I definitely can't go back on my word."
"I should've checked the almanac before heading out today. My luck's rotten. Half a year of work went down the drain."
"Your luck really is rotten," Qin He added mercilessly.
A moment later, the stone stele was right before them.