"Naturally. It's just a talisman. Leave it to me." Xiang Qingcheng stopped Lu Xiaotian and raised a hand. A talisman that had vanished into her body earlier appeared in her palm. It drifted forward, and threads of jade-colored light curled around the demon snake like ropes.
The demon snake writhed in the jade light as if it had met its natural enemy. In the end, it transformed into a talisman, whose markings twisted faintly like a snake.
Only then did Lu Xiaotian understand. No wonder he hadn't sensed the demon snake's presence earlier. It wasn't a living creature at all, and who knew how long it had remained here? That, along with the fluctuating spatial power—and perhaps other factors—had concealed it. As for why the talisman inheritance of the Zixiao Immortal Palace, which Xiang Qingcheng had mentioned, had appeared here, they would have to explore further to find out.
Through the jade talisman, Xiang Qingcheng could sense a pull. After the two had traveled tens of thousands of miles through this strange place, a talisman's shadow appeared, floating above a field of ruins.
At a glance, Lu Xiaotian saw wind, rain, thunder, and lightning within the shadow, with stars passing without a trace. If he watched for too long, his head began to ache and swell. Xiang Qingcheng, however, seemed to enter a meditative state again as soon as she encountered the shadow.
As time passed, Xiang Qingcheng's figure grew fainter and fainter. Instinctively, Lu Xiaotian reached out to pull her back, but his hand stopped in midair. To Xiang Qingcheng, finding the Zixiao Immortal Palace inheritance here was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If that old monster Ying Langtian hadn't tried to open a path back to the Demon Realm, shaking the space in the Phantom Marsh and somehow drawing Lu