Demons watched hungrily, their presence sinister and terrifying.
Yet on the ritual dais, Cave Lord Huaiwu continued expounding the teachings with his eyes closed. Whenever he reached a point he considered exquisite, he paused briefly, as though savoring its deeper meaning, a faint look of satisfaction appearing on his face.
On the two adjacent cushions, the Rogue Cultivator Lu Yu and the Blood Lotus Sect Qi Refiner remained entirely unaware, listening with rapt attention.
This time.
Cave Lord Huaiwu was lecturing on a talismanic text called the "Hugong Su Ling Strong Memory Register."
Once inscribed and activated, this talisman could "open the mind, grant unfailing memory of what one reads, allow one to master three thousand words a day, and strengthen the blood through prolonged use." But it merely enhanced retention and had no power to awaken wisdom, so it offered cultivators little help in comprehending Dao Arts.
To demonstrate this talisman art in practice, a strand of blue-green True Qi leaped from the crown of Cave Lord Huaiwu's head, transforming into cinnabar, gold paper, a large brush, and spiritual ink. It traced the talisman stroke by stroke, spiritual radiance coiling and circling between them before soaring upward-a scene of brilliant splendor.
The old bastard still hasn't let anything show. He certainly knows how to hide...
Chen Heng gave a faint, cold sneer inwardly and lowered his eyes, while keeping his expression convincingly bewildered.
On one side was the very image of an orthodox mystic tradition, immortal mist curling amid radiant clouds.
Yet on the other side, what he saw was a ghastly scene of monstrous creatures bowing low in terror, their resentment and Killing Intent almost surging into the heavens.
The enormous Golden Man was especially striking. As he knelt prostrate, half his face sank into the palace, and