In the mountains, the years went uncounted. Half a year passed in the blink of an eye.
Inside the cave abode, a figure in azure sat cross-legged, wisps of Blood-Colored Rune dancing around him and lending him an uncanny air.
Time slowly slipped by, and the Blood-Colored Rune whirled faster and faster around the figure. At last, he raised his right hand and slowly formed a hand seal.
Hum!
As the hand seal took shape, the countless Blood-Colored Rune surrounding the azure-clad figure rushed toward his right palm like moths to a flame.
Under the rays of red light, the entire cave abode took on an eerie atmosphere. Only when the last Blood-Colored Rune entered his palm did everything return to normal.
"It worked!"
Xu Yan lowered his head to look at the Blood-Colored Rune in his palm, his eyes brimming with delight.
The Blood-Colored Rune in his palm was extraordinarily intricate, as though countless runes constantly flowed within it. At first glance, it gave the impression of a moon reflected in water, a flower mirrored in glass.
Though the Ancient Demon Slave Talisman looked like a rune, it was actually more akin to a divine ability. Even after gathering six kinds of spirit beast essence blood to cultivate it, he had only just crossed its threshold.
To advance further, he would need cultivators' essence blood. With each successive level, the amount required grew more outrageous. By the time Xu Yan finished reading, he finally understood why this race bore the name Ancient Demon.
According to the records of the Ancient Demon Race, once this Slave Talisman reached perfection, it could split into nine Slave Talismans simultaneously, enslaving nine cultivators.
Xu Yan had only just begun, however, and could create only a single Slave Talisman.
If Xu Yan wished, he