Formation and Summoning the Gods

Summon Marshal Wen?

Everyone exchanged glances when they heard this.

Even Cheng JianXin was drawn to the matter.

"Are you confident?"

The Female Taoist beside him sounded somewhat doubtful.

This Female Taoist's Taoist name was Lan Chenzi. Although she looked like nothing more than an inconspicuous middle-aged nun, she was actually highly proficient in reconnaissance techniques and had already become a pillar of the sect.

Her doubts naturally had a reason.

The Bing Ding Life-Creating Ghost Talisman was famous far and wide. No one on Qingcheng Mountain was unfamiliar with it, yet the Fengdu lineage was still in decline.

The first reason was the strict rules of this lineage.

The second was that its techniques were difficult to learn.

With the Bing Ding Life-Creating Ghost Talisman in hand, one could summon Marshal Wen.

This move was comparable to a devastating weapon, but only the handful of first-generation inheritors had been able to use it. After that, it had grown increasingly difficult.

By now, it existed only in the ancient records.

Qingcheng Mountain's disciples would sometimes chat about it in private, joking that this incense-affinity was just like human affection—the more it was used, the thinner it became.

The first-generation Old Ancestor only had to call, and he would come.

Later-generation disciples could not be bothered to pay attention.

Now that Li Yan wanted to use this move, it was inevitable that they would harbor doubts.

Leaving aside their own safety, if something went wrong and the demon managed to take the Nine Cauldrons, countless people in Shu would surely die.

At a time like this, no one dared to be careless.

"Everyone, rest assured. There will be no problem."

Li Yan's expression remained calm as he gave a slight bow with his fists clasped.

Seeing how certain he was, the