A Creation adept sped onward in a streak of light without stopping. Two days later, he arrived at the front lines.
Upon returning to the imperial vessel, he took out a talisman and reported to King Xi, "Your Majesty, Master Tao did not come, but he gave this subordinate this talisman, saying it could be unfurled before that fog."
Xi Emperor said, "Since Master Tao said it will be useful, take this talisman to the front."
The Creation adept accepted the order. Holding the talisman, he left the imperial vessel and rose into the sky. When he reached the fog that was still surging forward, he spread open the talisman. A chill that pierced straight through his soul suddenly arose throughout his body. In a daze, he seemed to see a streak of white Sword Qi shoot into the dense fog.
The talisman Zhang Yu had given him had been condensed from a ray of sword light, with the power of the Opening Seal attached to it.
The Opening Seal was "I." Thus, by placing this seal upon the sword light, wherever the sword light reached, he could pour his own strength into it from afar. Though his body did not arrive, his power could.
As that ray of sword light cleaved into the fog, there was no visible movement at first. Yet only moments later, the entire fog began to churn. Though it did not disperse, it ceased surging forward and gradually began to thin.
At this moment, deep within the fog stood a Daoist cultivator of around thirty, his hair bound up. His entire body was enveloped in a wall of qi. His expression was solemn, with a trace of tension, for a ray of sword light was nailed directly against the front of that qi wall.
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