Originally, seeing Cheng Jing Ting fiddling around for so long, the His Highness Thirty-Nine was somewhat wary and thought he might use some trump card, so he planned to strike first.
But when he saw the yellowed talisman in Cheng Jing Ting's hand, he immediately sneered.
"You're not planning to beat me with this thing that has no Spiritual Power, are you?"
Even if he didn't understand the art of talismans, he could tell that the yellowed talisman in Cheng Jing Ting's hand was almost broken and basically only good for blowing on.
It might not even be as powerful as a gentle breeze.
But Cheng Jing Ting ignored the His Highness Thirty-Nine.
He gazed at the yellowed Spirit Gathering Talisman in his hand, a deep, complex emotion flickering in his eyes. He raised his hand to wipe the blood from his face and spoke softly.
"This is the first talisman I drew when my master held my hand and taught me how to draw it the year I started my training."
It took four or five days.
At that time, Cheng Jing Ting felt that he must be a good-for-nothing.
It took so long to draw such a small Spirit Gathering Talisman.
The senior students clearly finished drawing it in just one day.
Even though he felt that he had no talent, his master did not despise him. On the contrary, he treated him even better, afraid that he would feel that his talent was too poor and lose his mindset. He saved a lot of time in seclusion to accompany him, for fear that he would develop inner demons.
His master was relieved and proud of him until his hidden Talisman Physique awakened for some reason, but he did not neglect him because of this.
Cheng Jing Ting neither threw away nor used the Spirit Gathering Talisman that bore witness to his mediocrity.
Over the years, he has always carried it with him and repeatedly refined it.
Now, holding it again, I can almost feel the warmth and dryness of my master's large hand, the solid feel of his once thin and bony hand.
" Human Race always imbue everything from the very beginning with special meaning."
"Of course, you Alien Race can't understand this kind of thing... How could a bunch of beasts who only know how to kill, a savage race relying on their flesh and instincts, possibly comprehend it?"
"Essences, talismans, formations—everything is something your Alien Race haven't been able to comprehend even after tens of thousands of years..."
As Cheng Jing Ting spoke, he laughed, but his laughter was punctuated by coughing, indicating that he was extremely weak.
But the His Highness Thirty-Nine sensed something was amiss.
His brows furrowed.
What nonsense are you spouting?
Cheng Jing Ting ignored him. He coughed lightly, held the blood-stained talisman in front of him, and spoke in a firm tone.
"When Human Race embarks on the path of cultivation, that initial thought is inherently the most spiritual being in the world."
"With one thought, all things are born; with one thought, all things perish."
Today, with these thoughts, I offer my prayers to the heavens and the earth!
The His Highness Thirty-Nine suddenly realized something, but by then, it was too late to stop it.
Blood trickled from the corner of Cheng Jing Ting's lips, yet he laughed loudly and crushed the talisman in his hand.
The talisman shattered in his hand, emitting specks of spiritual light. The two intertwined Spiritual Power within it, like rising dragons, vanished completely.
In an instant, the previously dim talisman lit up again, its golden light soaring into the sky!
Amidst the golden light, Cheng Jing Ting's eyes were filled with regret, the lively light in his eyes gradually fading away. Only his body remained frozen in place, maintaining the state of wanting to reach out and touch the dissipating talisman.
Cheng Jing Ting is dead.
His Highness the His Highness Thirty-Nine wins.
But the His Highness Thirty-Nine couldn't care less about that now. His expression was tense, and he looked at the sky with disbelief and a hint of fear.
The once clear, snowy sky was instantly obscured by thick clouds, and a massive array of talismans rose into the air, unfolding in an instant and enveloping the shattered arena.
In the void, thunderclouds gathered, and thunder rumbled, sounding like the voice of the Heavenly Dao, which resounded with a terrifying sound.
"This talisman connects to the heavens!"
The Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, winding down like the body of a dragon, struck down from the sky without any warning, aiming at the His Highness Thirty-Nine on the ground, encompassing the entire arena, and crashing down fiercely!
Boom!
Not to mention the people on the stage, even the stage itself was reduced to dust and ceased to exist in that instant.
The Alien Race approaching the arena paled in shock, each taking a step forward or backward as they felt the Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, which nearly made the scales on their bodies explode. Their initial composure vanished.
The cultivators were equally formidable. The Nine Heavens Divine Lightning, as thick as a dragon's body, was even larger than the arena, and it almost instantly engulfed the His Highness Thirty-Nine and Cheng Jing Ting's corpse.
The corpse, devoid of Spiritual Power and life, was easily obliterated by the lightning, leaving everyone speechless with shock and a touch of sorrow.
The elder of the Silver Frost Sect opened and closed his mouth several times before taking a deep breath.
"Alright..."
" Jing Ting was a very proud child. Now that he died under Divine Thunder instead of at the hands of Alien Race, he can rest in peace..."
He paused again at this point.
A trace of pain appeared on his aged face.
There's no such thing as the netherworld anymore.
Years ago, an old friend brought back a beggar boy, saying that he was his last disciple, a disciple destined for him. He had no intention of doing so, but over the years, he had watched Jing Ting grow up step by step. Not to mention his old friend, even he himself regarded the child as his own nephew.
But now...
Meanwhile, somewhere above the arena, the Sword Pavilion members who had just arrived were also slightly moved.
"If this person hadn't perished, he would have been a prodigy of my generation. What a pity."
Su Lianxin slightly. She had seen many cowardly Human Race these days.
However, cultivators who are fearless and hold firm to their beliefs are far too few.
Even the so-called prodigies of the imperial clans, under pressure from Alien Race, didn't they all defect one after another?
Watching this scene, the Demon Emperor, Demon Race eyes had been normally indifferent, now showed a hint of appreciation.
This young man is ruthless and decisive, with extraordinary talent. After experiencing the hardships of Alien Race, his temperament and cultivation are almost perfect. He can be described as a rough gem that has been polished!
Such a prodigy could be his disciple!
So he quietly raised his hand and grabbed at the void, silently snatching a wisp of soul.
With this sliver of soul remaining, Cheng Jing Ting had a glimmer of hope.