[Major Version Update]
The room was quiet and still, with only a thin layer of white mist flowing through it.
Qi Yun's eyes were half-closed, his Ancestral Aperture his eyebrows, and the Great Luo Heaven slowly Lunzhuan.
The Dao Foundation Jade Palace, which was captured from Xuan Ping, is now suspended in the center of the sky. It is as clear as amber, and the light and shadow inside are still flowing endlessly, like a miniature cave that is frozen but still in operation.
Silently observing the Dao Foundation, Qi Yun then channeled a wisp of divine intent into it, gently touching the outer edge of the jade palace.
"Boo-"
A faint, clear sound rang out, and a ripple spread across the surface of the jade palace.
Where the ripples passed, the originally unified form of the Dao Foundation resembled an ancient scroll soaked in water.
The ink began to spread and diffuse along its inherent "logic".
These are the Dao patterns and meridians of the [Supreme Mystery Hunt Art].
Within the Jade Palace, countless fine rays of light shone forth one after another, following an ancient and solemn order—the Heavenly Hunt's Framework and the Earthly Hunt's Network.
Each ray of light is a "seed" of symbolic meaning.
At this moment, drawn by the aura of the Great Luo Heaven, they gradually awaken.
The True Intention meaning of the myriad talismans that constitute the core of the "Supreme Mystery Hunt Art" itself.
They no longer maintained the shape of palaces, but transformed into a dazzling, flowing "river of talismans." Every drop of water in the river was a miniature talisman's True Intention: there were "conquest talismans" of war and conquest, "guardian talismans" of steadfastness like mountains, "cloud-tracing talismans" of ethereal mystery, and "spiritual vision talismans" of penetrating the deepest secrets.
These True Intention no longer adhere to the specific combinations and methods cultivated by Xuan Ping.
Instead, they returned to their most basic state as "symbols," a "blank state" awaiting writing and being given meaning.
The Fu River, vast and mighty, surged into the Great Luo Heaven, not flowing to any fixed place, but scattering into the boundless void, like billions of living seeds sinking into fertile soil.
Gradually, some brand-new, simple yet profound "Dao patterns" began to naturally condense in the void.
These Dao patterns do not belong to any known Talisman Art system, yet they vaguely contain a certain truth about the origin of "talismans".
Like strokes of a brush, like star trails, like the most refined and purified imagery.
Qi Yun's aura became increasingly profound and unpredictable at this moment.
He did not directly acquire any new Talisman Art arts or supernatural Divine Ability, but a sense of enlightenment arose from the depths of his heart.
Looking back at the universe and all things, the contours of mountains and rivers, the gathering and dispersing of clouds, Perfected Person, one can glimpse the "symbolic forms" and "symbolic principles" naturally contained within them.
So-called Talisman Art are nothing more than using Law Power as ink and Divine Sense as a brush to depict and solidify the intangible "principles" that already exist in the world.
He opened his eyes.
His eyes did not gleam with a sudden burst of brilliance; instead, they were clear and serene.
Raise your right hand and casually draw a line in the air with your index finger in front of you.
There was no infusion of Law Power, no chanting of incantations.
Wherever the fingertips passed, a faint, fleeting trace of lapis lazuli remained in the air.
The traces were not tangible, yet they subtly resonated with the rhythm of the flickering candlelight in the quiet room and the faint pulsation of the earth's veins in the far distance outside the window.
The traces have faded.
Qi Yun put his hand down; the quiet room remained unchanged, the candlelight still burning.
Only he knew that the Dao Foundation, known as the [Supreme Mystery Hunt Art], had completely disintegrated.
Its essence and nutrients silently seeped into the even more vast and boundless fertile soil of the Great Luo Heaven.
In the quiet room, the Law Technique Panel that only he could see rippled gently across Qi Yun's eyes, like waves on water.
A line of ancient characters, gradually solidifying from abstract to concrete, slowly emerged:
[Automatic Law Technique updates complete. This is a major version update; Law Technique have been reworked.]
[Remove Law Technique: Foundation Establishment Realm Talisman Art.]
[New Divine Ability Art: Supreme Mystery Register]
[Supreme Mystery Register: Greatly increases Talisman Art aptitude and removes restrictions on Talisman Art mediums.]
"Divine Ability Art?"
Qi Yun's gaze suddenly sharpened.
The so-called Divine Ability Art is an extremely rare anomaly among Law Technique, whose power and potential are comparable to the innate Divine Ability cultivated by a cultivator through the intertwining of life and death.
Even if Foundation Establishment True Person cultivates to the Great True Person Realm, they often only have three Divine Ability to protect them.
He possesses the Supreme Dao Foundation and is bestowed with a Supreme Divine Ability by heaven; this is already an extraordinary stroke of luck.
Unexpectedly, refining the Xuan Ping Dao Foundation this time has allowed the original Talisman Art to ascend to the heavens in one step, transforming into a true Divine Ability Art!
"That's right—the foundation for Law Technique updates lies in the nourishment of Daoist principles."
And in this world, what could be more refined and powerful in its Dao intent than a complete Dao Foundation forged by a True Person through countless tribulations and a hundred years of tempering?
In a flash, Qi Yun immediately grasped the key point.
Suppressing the turmoil in his heart, he focused his gaze on the newly acquired [Supreme Mystery Register].
"Remove Talisman Art medium restrictions----"
He repeated it softly, his eyes slightly brightening.
No talismans or spiritual ink are needed, no altars or rituals are required, and there's not even a need to consciously sense or manipulate the corresponding Daoist intent wandering between heaven and earth—what does this mean?
Let your heart guide your actions.
Qi Yun raised his right index finger, but did not mobilize the vast magical Law Power within his body.
With a mere thought, he lightly traced a line in the air in front of him with his fingertips.
The movements were casual, as if brushing away dust.
Along the path traced by the fingertips, the inspiration in the quiet room seemed to be drawn by an invisible "reasoning," spontaneously surging and converging!
Points of icy blue light emerged from nothingness, quickly condensing and extending to outline a complex, ancient, and chilling talismanic phantom.
[The Three Rivers Bitter Cold True King Talisman]!
The moment the seal was formed, the temperature in the quiet room plummeted.
Thin, pale blue ice crystals condensed on the ground and walls, and a faint, humming sound, like the cracking of a glacier, filled the air.
The entire process was smooth and fluid, completed in an instant.
There was no incantation, no preparation of materials, and no Law Power of specific magical attributes.
It was just a thought, a single swipe.
The spirit of heaven and earth naturally responded, transforming into the form of a talisman.
"Discarding all external barriers, I create talismans with my bare hands, and the magic follows my thoughts—" Qi Yun gazed at the talisman spinning on its own before his fingertips.
The icy blue talisman exuded a terrifying chill, its eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
"This is— the Supreme Mystery Register!"
With another thought, the icy talisman, powerful enough to put an ordinary Foundation Establishment True Person on high alert, quietly dissipated, transforming into wisps of icy blue Dao intent that returned to the world.
"Good."
Qi Yun slowly uttered a single word.
It fundamentally changed the way Qi Yun used the "talisman" method.
From then on, Talisman Art would be as natural to him as breathing, as nimble as using his own limbs.
When facing an enemy, a slight thought can bring forth countless talismans.
Setting up Formation Deployment and enchantments, done with effortless ease, all become profound and wondrous chapters.
The room was quiet and still, the candlelight illuminating the space.
Qi Yun lowered his eyes, gazing at the faint, ever-present, and ever-changing spiritual light of the runes at his fingertips.
The faint unease about the mystery of the Northwest that arose from sitting for so long was gradually replaced by a clearer thought.
"Observing the situation from within the situation is ultimately like looking at flowers through a fog."
He spoke softly to himself, his voice ringing out clearly in the empty room.
"The undercurrents are turbulent, and the direction is unclear."
Why not—go and wade in the water yourself?
Once the mind is made up, there is no more hesitation.
He slowly rose to his feet, his dark blue Daoist robe fluttering even without wind.
The vast and all-encompassing aura belonging to the [Great Luo Heaven] around him began to converge and transform inward.
The aura was no longer as deep as the sea, but gradually became clear and transparent, like the morning mist in a mountain stream, or like new bamboo shoots after the rain.
The facial bones emitted extremely subtle sounds, and the muscle texture and subcutaneous bones naturally rearranged and recombined under the control of delicate Law Power.
In a few breaths, a strange yet handsome face took shape.
His features were clear and bright, his eyes sparkling with a unique spiritual light characteristic of talisman cultivators, and his lips were habitually pursed in a gentle curve.
He exuded a subtle quality common among young monks—a blend of inexperience and a desire for composure.
At the same time, he adjusted the way he circulated his Law Power, imitating the unique rhythm of orthodox talisman cultivators who used their spirit to guide qi and their intention to control talismans.
As the Law Power flowed, it subtly and orderly caused tremors in the surrounding spiritual energy, and an invisible talisman brush was faintly outlining basic Dao patterns in the void.
His surging Dao intent transformed into pure, untainted True Intention Talisman Art talismanic magic.
He is upright and insightful, clearly a promising young man who has received the True Disciple of the Way.
He raised his hand and conjured a smooth ice mirror in the air.
The person in the mirror, dressed in a simple blue robe, stood tall and straight, exuding an aura of a talisman cultivator—aura that was both slightly reserved and subtly sharp, cultivated through systematic training.
It is quite different from the bloodthirsty, eerie, and sinister atmosphere that is common in the Northwest Demonic Path, and it is also completely different from the solitary Sword Intent of the Azure Sect, the fiery and luxurious Phoenix Helm, and the desolate and deathly silence of the Yellow Springs Netherworld.
"Among the four sects, only my Holy Sect, with its vast and ever-changing lineage, can produce such a pure and righteous entity."
Qi Yun nodded slightly to his reflection in the mirror, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.
The teachings of the Holy Sect encompass everything, with countless branches and offshoots.
When disciples travel outside, their temperament and Cultivation Method are ever-changing, making them extremely difficult to discern at a glance.
Using this identity to infiltrate the Southern Yin camp is the perfect solution.
With a flick of his sleeve, the icy mirror dissipated, and Qi Yun ceased to linger.
With a single step, his figure transformed into a streak of pure blue light, its spiritual radiance restrained, piercing through the palace's numerous restrictions like a wisp of smoke, silently merging into the dim sky and the pervasive smoke of war outside.
The direction is neither our own lines nor the chaotic battlefield.
Instead, it faced south, where the banners were faintly visible and the chilling atmosphere stretched like an iron curtain across the boundary between heaven and earth.
He wanted to personally enter the tiger's den to see what undercurrents and hidden schemes were surging beneath the surface of the Southern Yin Dynasty, which, together with the righteous sects, was pointing its swords at the Northwest, in addition to its overt "suppressing demons and protecting the righteous path."