Shang Hua Ming was a tiny, insignificant sect on the Xiaoyu Continent, and Xiao Yuehong was not skilled at crafting talismans. The yellow talismans used by Shang Hua Ming had all been acquired by Xiao Xianrui and the others at markets—how could they possibly be high-grade goods?
Yet it was strange. Although Xiao Hua's realm was far below Gong Mingwei and the others', and his magical power was even weaker, the effect when he used a Flight Talisman was actually a shade stronger than theirs. This low-grade Flight Talisman had somehow produced the effect of a high-grade one in his hands. Xiao Yuehong found it deeply puzzling, while the other three were left staring wide-eyed. In the end, only Zhang Qingxiao shrugged, mischief glinting in his eyes as he summed it up: "Xiao Hua... is a genius at running for his life!"
Xiao Hua took out a Flight Talisman and was just about to activate it with his magical power when he suddenly stopped. His left hand brushed past his ear, and he pulled out a coiled, serpentine object!
"What exactly is this thing? I've been studying it for three years—how come I still haven't found the slightest clue?" Xiao Hua stared at the fist-sized object, examining it from every angle beneath the sunlight.
It was an incomplete object, resembling the middle section of a coiled snake's body. There was no snake's head above it and no snake's tail below it. When Xiao Hua had awakened and discovered the space within his mind, he had found this object there as well. At the time, that space had been utterly empty, with only this strange thing inside. Over the past three years, he had examined it countless times and used countless methods, yet he had never uncovered its secret.
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