The altar Qian Zi'ang had set up looked rather crude to the Black Cat.
Not from a legendary perspective.
Even from the perspective of an ordinary Grand Wizard, or even a Registered Wizard, this altar was not of a high rank. But it had quite a sense of layering, and its structure was exquisitely detailed. It had three tiers from top to bottom, encompassing the three powers of "heaven, earth, and man," along with the "nine palaces and eight trigrams." The formation was complete. Beyond that, it also had an incense burner and candlesticks as offering vessels; incense, flowers, lamps, water, and fruit as offerings; a Token and Command Flags as Magic Tools; as well as bells, Chimes, Talisman Slips, Memorials, and so on—everything was present.
The area around the altar was enclosed by a red Red Silk Barrier, separating out a sacred space cut off from the mundane world.
Although the Black Cat had never seen this altar before, with its eye, it could tell that as long as one followed the "order of steps" of the altar, it was enough to transmit a Low-level Wizard's "voice" to a sufficiently high place.
After Qian Zi'ang carefully recorded this altar, he took up the Token and ascended the altar to perform the rite.
He chanted the Memorial.
Then he placed the Yellow Talisman covered in countless specks and dots in the center of the altar.
The Yellow Talisman showed no reaction at all.
Qian Zi'ang did not grow discouraged. Gripping the Token and the Memorial, he began dancing a prayer dance around the altar, his babbling incantations seeming to pierce into this world across time and space, making even the Mirage Shadow recording him ripple like water.
The Black Cat had no choice but to spit out a mouthful of