At that moment, Tang Changsheng drew on the power of the Primordial Yang Divine Lamp. Its light shone upon the Golden Tiger Soul-Chasing Seal as his brush flew across the paper like a dragon and snake, drawing a Talisman. Then he pressed the seal into the ink paste and stamped it onto the Talisman paper.
He could faintly feel an immense power stirring. It was only a trace, but as the seal touched the ink paste and pressed against the Talisman paper, that power flowed into it.
The golden light on the Talisman paper was so bright that even ordinary people could see it with the naked eye.
"From the wondrous Dao, Sheng gives birth to one breath; within that breath, Yin and Yang divide. The essence of sun and moon condenses; the three lights gather and flow. Nine splendors join nine paths; eight colors shine in eight directions. Radiance stirs the true body; flowing essence returns to the vast brilliance..."
Chanting the incantation, he set the Talisman burning in his hand, grabbed a handful of soybeans from the ritual table, and flung them out.
In an instant, light blazed forth. It was as though countless delicacies had fallen from the sky, a rain of food pouring down.
Of course, ordinary people could not see any of it.
Only the Ghost Creatures themselves could. Drawing on the power of the Golden Tiger Soul-Chasing Seal, Tang Changsheng had performed a rite of feeding the dead. It could also be called the first half of the Bean-Summoning Soldiers Technique.
Tang Changsheng held the image in his mind. The Primordial Yang Divine Lamp cast its light, while the Golden Tiger Soul-Chasing Seal supplied its power. All three came together.
Anyone with a Spirit Eye would have seen a wondrous sight: the handful of