The Dragon Scale Immortal Talisman had successfully stalled the grand array's operation, yet rather than joy, a flicker of heartache surfaced on Su Qingtao's face.
Although the draconic scales shed by an eighth-tier true dragon possessed an indestructible golden nature and were difficult to damage, the talismans inscribed upon them would still be worn away. Especially when used to contend against a powerful formation capable of obliterating true immortals, the expenditure would be astonishing.
After this single use, the talisman's power would likely be completely depleted. If she wished to unleash the full might of this eighth-tier dragon scale again, she would have to redraw the talisman!
And crafting an immortal talisman of this level was a task fraught with a thousand hardships and ten thousand difficulties.
For one thing, she needed to gather materials compatible with the dragon scale to concoct spiritual ink.
Most of them were seventh-tier spiritual items, including the blood of over ten seventh-tier true dragons of different breeds. For this requirement alone, had her master not bestowed it upon her, she likely would not have been able to collect it all even after spending ten or twenty thousand years on her own.
For another, she needed to find a Talisman Making master of at least the seventh rank.
Su Qingtao herself was not skilled in the Talisman Dao. Even given endless time to improve her attainments in talismans, she had only become a fifth-rank talisman maker.
To find someone to craft this dragon-scale talisman for her, she had even breached a great Talisman Dao sect in Cangwu Continent and forcibly abducted the Ghost Immortal patriarch within—a seventh-rank talisman maker—to make talismans for her!
Although that Ghost Immortal had completed the immortal talisman, his true immortal origin had been too greatly depleted, and he died beneath