"When True Lord Qingxiao left all those years ago, he left behind two azure talismans and three white ones."
[Fu Yun] watched the strange phenomenon in the sky, seemingly moved.
"May I ask what that means, Senior?"
Misty Mountain stepped forward, a trace of shame on his face. Though he had his own means of surviving, by all rights, Zhuoxie had died in his place. The [Return-to-Dao Transformation] of that [Great Mystic Dragon-Snake Spear] was not something an ordinary person could withstand.
"The two azure talismans were made by tracing the golden rank. One stabilized the grotto-heaven, and the other locked down the retainer position. That brat Jiang Li could form a false core thanks to the wondrous power of one azure talisman, which connected him to the golden rank."
Fu Yun put away the Dharma Sword in his hand. The spiritual radiance of true qi beside him rose and shifted, resonating with the stars above.
"The three white talismans were meant for Purple Mansion cultivators. Xu Ruoyu was not of the Lin Clan's bloodline and should never have received one. After all, by the time Yuanmiao took charge of the Upper Firmament, only one white talisman remained-the [Dutian Firmament-Splendor Talisman]."
His body grew increasingly indistinct, as though about to merge into the star of mystic truth above. Vast radiance of void-white true qi surrounded him, taking the shapes of a tortoise and a snake.
"Heh. Lin Tingmiao did not plant that white talisman in his daughter, but gave it to an outsider instead. His calculations were far-reaching indeed, bringing Zhuoxie out to meet the tribulation. And rightly so-sky thunder is well suited to unraveling nurturing earth-"
The Northern Sage's attendant, who had descended into the world, departed completely, leaving no trace. Fu Yun came back to himself, blood streaming