Smack! Smack! Smack!
After the time it took to drink a cup of tea, Wang Quan used rituals, altars, and other means to quickly restore the power of the [Self-Crossing Scripture] and entered the Second-Layer World.
When he descended again, he fell silent, stunned.
He had spent a long time in the Far Western Land and had seen his share of great winds and waves, yet everything before him still stunned him.
A Yang Spirit covered in cracks wrote a scroll of Daoist Scriptures and imprinted it on the wall in just three to five breaths.
Yet in the very next instant, the scripture vanished.
Then the Yang Spirit gave herself a hard slap across the face.
"An illusion!"
"It's all an illusion!"
"I haven't been affected! I haven't developed hysteria!"
"But... why still won't my scripture imprint on it? Why?"
"Could the scriptures imprinted earlier all be fake?"
"Impossible. I can feel their ability to ward off evil and restore Dharma Power."
"This is absolutely a real temporary safe zone!"
The female cultivator alternated between touching the scriptures Wang Quan had written and condensing scriptures of her own.
Yet she still could not imprint them.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Wang Quan patted her shoulder. "I asked you to carve some scriptures, and you're playing the fool instead of working."
"Move aside!"
The female cultivator was pushed aside, then watched Wang Quan write scriptures.
Then-silence.
Because she watched with her own eyes as the Dao Script Wang Quan wrote imprinted itself on the wall. Not only did it not peel off, it sank deep inside like a tattoo, impossible to remove.
"Why can you do it when I can't?"
Wang Quan smiled. "Because you don't have merit!"
Merit?
The female cultivator was bewildered. "What is merit? What tier of Magic Treasure