He withdrew his divine sense from the broken half of the stone tablet with a faint look of disappointment. He had thought it was a precious legacy relic, but it turned out to be nothing more than an ordinary tablet recording the deeds of the Ancient Demon Race's progenitor.
He glanced at the four walls of the great hall. They were densely covered with accounts of events in this tribe.
"Hmm? This is the Ancient Demon Race's Slave Talisman Mark. The method for cultivating the Slave Talisman is recorded here!"
Excitement appeared on Xu Yan's face as he walked toward a corner of the great hall.
He soon reached it. The structure before him had been fashioned from the bones of some unknown Demon Beast, its surface densely engraved with tiny characters.
Within a few breaths, Xu Yan committed all of it to memory.
"According to this Secret Art, the Slave Talisman was also passed down by the Ancient Demon Race's progenitor. It has been handed down for countless years."
The opening few sentences recorded the origins of this Secret Art.
Characters of the Ancient Demon Race flowed through his mind one after another as he patiently studied each word and sentence.
"No wonder even the Giant Spirit Race's progenitor couldn't escape this Slave Talisman. This Secret Art is actually so tyrannical."
A sharp gleam flashed through Xu Yan's eyes. According to the Secret Art, once a living being was branded with a Slave Talisman, they had no room to resist whatsoever. A mere thought could bring about their death.
"Though this talisman looks simple, comprehending it is anything but. Even with the Secret Art's instructions, it cannot be mastered in a short time."
"Moreover, cultivating this Slave Talisman requires essence blood from Demon Beasts possessing at least six kinds