The ten faintly ethereal talisman scripts floated quietly in the air.
Everyone's eyes were irresistibly drawn to them. Those ten talismans seemed like a black hole, yet also like an enormous torch.
So this was possible too?
Wonder and shock filled their faces-the delight and trembling awe of discovering another path.
So talismans could be used like this!
Quiet murmurs brewed among the crowd, swelling in an instant into a spreading storm.
Countless streaks of light rose from the crowd and flew toward every corner of Dragon-Tiger Mountain.
The disciples still struggling to hold on also stared blankly at the talisman scripts drifting through the air.
An overwhelming sense of loss welled up within them.
They could not quite describe the feeling. In the end, they sighed deeply and dispersed the golden light around their bodies.
Their resolve had been shaken. They would try again next time.
Others, however, refused to concede. Instead, they rallied their spirits and continued writing.
Everyone made their own choice.
Only Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu, who had witnessed this once before, were less surprised.
They watched their swaying child anxiously. Finally, unable to hold back, husband and wife flashed forward.
They swept through the crowd and reached Zhang Xiao just as he collapsed.
Li Qingshu caught Zhang Xiao and checked his condition. Only after confirming that he had merely passed out from exhaustion did she relax a little.
Zhang Chengdao stood beside his wife and son, gazing steadily at the Old Celestial Master with complicated emotions.
Was this why you sent us to the West?
The Old Celestial Master seemed to understand his look and nodded gently. An exceedingly faint voice drifted into Zhang Chengdao's ear.
"This is a good thing. There's no need to worry. Xiaoxiao is your son, but he's my grandson