A Grave Charge

"Shen Luo, we considered both your questions long ago. I have five Yin Spirit Talismans here. Wear them, and they will conceal every trace of your auras as Human Race cultivators, replacing them with the auras and appearances of ghosts. Even ghosts at the Out-of-Body Stage, or the Great Vehicle Stage, won't see through them." Huangmu Adept took out five black talismans and waved his hand.

The five talismans turned into streaks of black light and flew toward the five cultivators, each stopping before one of them.

Each talisman was palm-sized, with a few black lines inscribed on it. They looked simple enough, except for the strange, lotus-shaped symbol at the center, which seemed profoundly mysterious.

Shen Luo caught his talisman. After glancing at Huangmu Adept, he channeled Magic Power into it.

Black light flashed across the Yin Spirit Talisman. In the next instant, it sank into his body and vanished.

A shiver ran through Shen Luo. Cold spiritual energy had entered his body and merged with his Magic Power, turning its once balanced, upright nature icy.

Black markings appeared across his skin. Wisps of black mist rose from them and soon swallowed his figure completely.

From the outside, he had become a ghostly spirit.

The others activated their Yin Spirit Talismans as well, taking on ghostly forms much like Shen Luo's.

"These Yin Spirit Talismans really are marvelous," Shen Luo said in wonder.

He probed the others with his Divine Sense but could not detect the bodies beneath their ghostly auras. No matter how he examined them, they seemed to have become ghosts through and through. Anyone examining him would surely find the same.

"What extraordinary talismans. With these, we needn't worry about our identities being exposed. But what about the core Magic Formation's location? Have you already found