"Daoist friend, please!"
Daoist Hongyuan invited Chen Jichuan onto the ritual platform, seated him cross-legged in the center, and instructed him, "No matter what happens later, simply guard your true heart. Leave everything else to this old Daoist."
"Mm."
Chen Jichuan answered, went to sit in the center, and silently recited the Golden Flower Yellow Scripture of the Supreme Moon Palace's Primordial Lord of Lunar Filial Piety, the Immortal King.
A quarter of an hour passed in the blink of an eye.
Daoist Hongyuan ascended the ritual platform, formed the Golden Blade and Sharp Scissors Art with his fingers, stepped the Harmony Astral Step, and held a Copper Coin Ritual Sword. He lifted nine yellow talismans and burned them into the wind, chanting, "I respectfully invite the Dark-Heaven Jade Emperor Venerable; let the Numinous Firmament Palace shine with light! Urgent, urgent, invite the spirits in haste! Invite the Brocade-Clothed, Cloth-Clothed, and Hemp-Clothed Ones; let the Three-Mountains Immortal Aunts swiftly descend! Borrow the Golden Shearing Scissors, descend and cut the hemp rope! Cut the hemp rope into countless fragments without mercy! Should sorcerers or heretical sects come to work their magic, one clap of heavenly thunder shall blast your body! I respectfully invite the Six Stars of the Southern Dipper and the Seven Stars of the Northern Dipper! By the command of Embrace-One Immortal Master, as swiftly as law decrees!"
As the chant emerged, hidden thunder rumbled.
Sitting cross-legged in the center, Chen Jichuan vaguely seemed to see a pair of Golden Shearing Scissors hanging above his head, radiating mighty heavenly majesty as they gathered force.
For no reason, it put him at ease.
Not long after.
A sudden palpitation seized his heart, and Chen Jichuan tensed. It's here!
Sure enough.
Just as the thought turned in his mind, the Jade-Faced