Huo Hai took out the talisman and handed it straight to the Peony King. For one thing, a talisman like this meant little to him. For another, it could only preserve souls, and even then, only those of Spirit Emperor experts or below.
Most importantly, this talisman was extremely unusual. Making one required a very peculiar method. It needed not only spiritual power, but also mental power originating from the soul to guide its creation.
Even if the people of the Drifting Flower Pavilion saw it, Huo Hai did not believe they could learn to make it. If they really wanted some, he would not be stingy; he could exchange them for better things later. A strange gleam flickered through the Peony King's eyes when she saw him hand over the talisman without hesitation. Then she took it to the person presiding over the formation.
After a few quiet words, the formation's controller accepted the talisman. With Huo Hai watching, the Drifting Flower Pavilion's senior members could hardly study it closely. She merely glanced at it a few times before stepping forward. With a wave of her hand, she tossed it out.
Once spiritual power was injected into it, the talisman began to take effect. As it reached the black Flood Dragon's head, a gap suddenly opened in the Spirit Formation enveloping the creature. The talisman shot inside, light rippling across it as it slowly merged into the dragon.
Then the entire talisman crumbled into drifting ash. The black Flood Dragon felt no change in itself, yet a sense of impending disaster seized it. Its eyes brimmed with fury and pleading. Unfortunately, it could not even speak now, and could only watch helplessly as these people did as they pleased with it. Once the talisman had entered, the people of