Outside Green-Sinking Reef.
Waves rolled and thunderclouds surged, with two figures standing above the sea.
Blue-yellow light of nurturing earth flowed, and talismans rose into the air, transforming into talisman soldiers that charged with the light of withered desolation. Talismans also descended from the sky, wind and thunder surging as they transformed into all manner of ill omens, heralding warfare across the land and bandits running rampant.
The two collided, but in the end, the magical light of withered desolation swept through. Bearing its talismans like a passing swarm of locusts, it easily tore through the other's wind and thunder.
A man slowly emerged from the magical light of nurturing earth. His yellow pupils shone brightly, and his frame was lean. Beneath his black robes, it seemed that something other than flesh and blood lay wrapped, as though a demonic nature lurked within.
"Fellow Daoist Lin Lang, thank you for yielding."
A young man descended from the thunderclouds, wearing robes patterned with azure clouds and thunder marks. His bearing was otherworldly and his face slender. Holding a wooden sword, he shook his head and smiled.
"I cultivated in the grotto-heaven for twenty years, studying the talismanic arts in depth. I know many of the sect's scriptures by heart, yet I still fall a notch short of you."
There was considerable bitterness in his voice. The Upper Firmament Sect was renowned for its talismanic arts, and Lin Lang himself had come from its grotto-heaven, accompanying True Person Zhou You here.
Though he was not a prospective Purple Mansion cultivator, he was still the Foundation Establishment cultivator with the highest cultivation here. In magical combat, he was considerably stronger even than Elder Lin Yu.
Yet when he competed with the man before him in the talismanic arts, he lost far more often