As the words fell, that long scroll rolled itself up, tumbled through the air, and transformed into a talisman seal that landed in Daoist Duanyang's hand. Looking closely, the talisman was covered in unreadable tadpole-like script that writhed as if possessed of a spirit, glowing with a golden, jade-smooth radiance that was dazzling indeed.
Daoist Duanyang shook his head repeatedly. "Only he would use a Heavenly Prefecture Talisman Token in such a manner."
Yang Zhu asked in confusion, "Didn't they say that the year before last, he fought a battle of appointment with the Heavenly Word God-Demon in the Outer Domain? How come he suddenly transmitted a decree? Also, our actions here are extremely covert; how could he have known?"
To this, Daoist Duanyang did not pay much mind. "Perhaps there are certain conditions outside. This place is ominous and involves the level of the Devil Master; even if sealed by Donghua True Lord, it remains troublesome. With Xin Tianjun here, it can also add no small measure of winning odds. It's just that with his talisman decree arriving here, the man is likely still ten thousand li away..."
Yang Zhu let out a huff, rather unimpressed. It was not that he held any dissatisfaction toward Xin Tianjun, but rather that he felt being cooped up here for twelve hours was already utterly suffocating. To leave the reality of the situation unknown beforehand was one thing, but now that they already had a judgment, to follow Daoist Duanyang's intent and wait any further was simply too conservative.
The moment he wanted to speak, the void suddenly trembled. At first imperceptible, in the blink of an eye it was like a mountain collapse or a tsunami, a succession of cracking sounds ringing out katchala. The clear-light barrier formed by Hongyuan Daoist