With the Master of Wind Prefecture gone, the blue-green feather fan trembled under the control of the Spirit of the Artifact, its sorrowful emotions ringing out like a near-wail, full of reluctance and longing.
"Don't worry, Wind God Fan."
"I'll only be keeping you company for a little while. Before long, you'll be back by your master's side."
Mu Chen reached out and caught the two Sacred Artifacts as they fell from the sky.
The Wind God Fan and the deep-green scroll containing the Lesser Wind-Calling Art seemed to have been entrusted to him by the Master of Wind Prefecture. They obediently landed in his hands.
The ancient Sacred Artifacts hummed softly in reply.
After learning of Mu Chen's plan, Lin Jing only borrowed the cultivation method for the Great Wind-Calling Art. The two of them then collected the spiritual pool in the center of the towering hall, along with over a hundred million drops of Supreme Spiritual Liquid.
"Rumble!"
They had barely stepped out of the main hall when a massive hand of Chi Yan, its surface flowing with scalding magma, suddenly reached out from the depths of the void and smashed toward them.
"Spatial Ancestral Symbol, Spatial Banishment!"
Lin Jing swept her slender hand through the air. A silver-white vortex appeared, banishing the hand into the turbulent void.
To the Eight Ancient Masters under the Martial Ancestor, who wielded the supreme Ancestor Talismans formed from the laws of heaven and earth, countless years had passed since their bodies had first given birth to their own source power.
Their true forms were practically another set of Ancestor Talismans—human-shaped Ancestor Talismans, one might say.
Whether or not they possessed the Ancestor Talismans made little difference to them.
Only some ultimate Ancestor Talisman techniques might require the corresponding talisman.
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