Before his shout—although really, it was more like a guttural roar—finished echoing through the air, Huan Shaoyou activated a talisman.

The talisman was perfectly square, and its surface was pitch black save for an elaborate golden Dao mark emblazoned at its center.

The other side of the talisman was as white snow and engraved with a mysterious demonic Edict.

Bzzzz!

As the secret talisman flew through the air, two streaks of divine light, one black, one white, crossed in midair. A limitlessly terrifying energy fluctuation permeated the air.

Heaven and earth shook, and the air currents were thrown into disarray.

The distant onlookers’ hair stood on end. They felt a wordless sense of panic, oppression, and insignificance. 

“What’s this?”

They watched as black and white interwove and fused, connecting heaven and earth as they outlined an illusory figure.

It was a dark-robed elder in a loose-sleeved robe and a wide belt. He had a willowy beard, distinctive, elegant features, and a crown of stars.

He was tall and stalwart, with a gaze like the limitless starry sky. Stars, suns, and moons floated within his gaze, and arcs condensed of the power of the Grand Dao flowed out of him like waterfalls.

Most eye-catching of all was the divine disc behind him. It was...