The Celestial Worthy of Universal Transformation, Whose Thunder Resonates with the Origin of the Nine Heavens!

The golden talisman bore extraordinarily intricate patterns, and its entire surface gave off a faint metallic sheen.

Most striking of all was the Vermilion Seal stamped upon it. Whatever script had been carved into that seal, a single glance was enough to convey its majestic solemnity.

This trump card, which had lain at the bottom of a chest for four whole years, finally revealed its full might today.

Zhang Xiao gave Voldemort no time to react. His eyes were fixed solely on the wildly laughing Voldemort.

With the talisman pinched between two fingers, he thrust it toward the sky. Its runes immediately lit up, and a beam of golden light rose from his hand, shooting straight into the heavens.

Rumble!

A deep roll of thunder suddenly sounded across the sky, still awash with the colors of dawn.

Voldemort stopped laughing. He stared up uncertainly. Celestial Magic?

The next instant, boundless dark clouds rolled in from afar. Within moments, they covered the entire sky, blotting out its former brightness.

Only where the golden beam pierced the heavens was there a vast vortex. Purple lightning surged through the clouds, and the muffled thunder rolled on without end, as though a giant were beating war drums above the Nine Heavens.

At that same moment, across all of Huaxia, disciples of the Daoist Order raised their heads in shock. Through their Dharma Eyes, they saw golden light swirling throughout the sky.

Was the Heavenly Court shaking???

"Xiao Xiao used that talisman?" Zhang Chengdao and Li Qingshu, who had just returned to Dragon-Tiger Mountain to recuperate, watched the unprecedented disturbance in the Heavenly Court. Their expressions abruptly darkened.

That talisman was the final life-saving trump card the Daoist Order had given Zhang Xiao. There was only one in the entire order, with no second copy.