But then Tang Changsheng thought of the Immortal Realm, and that feeling vanished without a trace.
What a joke. Never mind the glorious Heavenly Court in the Immortal Realm—even the Ghost Messengers serving the Mountain Gods around Fuyang Mountain were not people he dared take lightly.
In the Immortal Realm, what would his paltry cultivation amount to?
A faint, mocking smile touched his lips. He lit the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp, casting his Heartlight outward onto the Life-Origin Talisman.
In a daze, Tang Changsheng seemed to see a Ritual Altar. A Native Wizard stood atop it, dressed in gaudy bird feathers and holding a hand drum.
He tapped the palm-sized drum with a small mallet, chanting something under his breath.
Behind the Native Wizard loomed an enormous Serpentine Shadow, enveloping him.
The whole scene was deeply uncanny.
At that moment, they sensed each other across the void. Their gazes seemed to pierce through space and meet.
Pop!
A Lamp Blossom burst from the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. The light of the Heavenly Heart in his Sea of Consciousness and Spirit Terrace flickered, but did not go out.
"Fine, fine, fine. You want a duel of magic? Let's see who dies first!"
Tang Changsheng threw caution to the wind and gave a cold laugh. He took a box from his robes with great care and drew out a sheet of talisman paper.
The paper looked as though it had been stored for years, faded and worn with age. Only the Talismans drawn upon it in cinnabar remained as red as blood, brimming with killing intent.
"When heaven unleashes killing intent, stars shift and constellations change. When earth unleashes killing intent, Dragons and Snakes Rise from the Land. When man unleashes killing intent, Heaven and Earth turn upside down. Man's killing intent