Dead silence filled the gray world.
"Bald old donkey, you don't actually think I only have one of these calligraphy spells, do you?"
Youchan's mocking voice rang in the gaunt old monk's mind through Primordial Spirit transmission.
Pale golden blood slowly ran down the gaunt old monk's face. His senses of sight, hearing, smell, and taste had all been severed. Unable to perceive the outside world through them, he could only rely on Primordial Spirit transmission and spiritual awareness.
Primordial Spirit transmission was manageable, since it was essentially an exchange of thoughts.
Spiritual awareness, meanwhile, was a special kind of perception. Though less direct and clear than sight or hearing, it could detect many "changes" that neither could perceive, such as changes in life force, magic power fluctuations, divine soul energy, and spatial position. At least it could not be deceived by light or sound.
At that moment, he could sense that several more calligraphy spells had appeared in the reincarnated outer demon girl's hands.
He could vaguely sense Dao resonance flowing through them, but without seeing the changes in Dao resonance between the inked characters, he could not determine whether these were Primordial Unity realm treasures like the previous ones.
Only once their wholly restrained power erupted and produced a "change" could he confirm it.
"Are you joking, laywoman?" the gaunt old monk asked through Primordial Spirit transmission. "Treasures containing such great divine abilities are precious even within the Primordial Unity realm. Producing even one is extraordinarily difficult. Taking out three at once-isn't that rather fanciful?"
Youchan sneered and transmitted, "Frog in a well. If I didn't want to waste such treasures on you, I'd use one right now and let you experience it."
The gaunt old monk fell silent.
In truth, he also thought she might be telling