The patterns on the talisman were bluish-purple. At a glance, they clearly had not been drawn with cinnabar, but with the blood of some demon beast or the juice of medicinal herbs.
Through her earlier fortuitous encounter in the secret realm on the Back Mountain of Zen Sound Temple, she had received a talisman inheritance left to her by a wisp of a soul.
In this field, she could therefore be said to know even more than her Junior Granduncle.
This was especially true of her knowledge of ancient talismans. Although she had yet to fully digest it, she had grasped most of the talisman inheritance she had received.
The talisman in her hand was a classic example of one commonly used by cultivators ten thousand years ago: an Eighth-Rank Mimicry Talisman.
It was a talisman that could make an inanimate object mimic a living thing.
A cultivator capable of drawing an eighth-rank talisman had to be at least in the Body Integration Realm.
To Su Jiu, cultivators in the Body Integration Realm were like figures from legend. She knew her grandmaster was at the Spirit Transformation Stage, but she knew of no cultivators in the Azure Tide Sect at the Body Integration Realm or above.
Still, anyone who had cultivated to the Body Integration Realm was probably an elder from ten thousand years ago.
She knew such elders must still exist in the Azure Realm, but they almost never appeared before others anymore.
Chu Luohen glanced at the talisman in Su Jiu's hand. Remembering that he had only guessed her intention after her earlier hint, he could not help asking, "How did you think of it?"
Su Jiu pulled herself out of her thoughts and realized that her Junior Granduncle was asking how she had thought to use this