Han Li calmly sat down in the room. As time obviously passed by, the spiritual power he consumed on his way here had slowly recovered. 

When he opened his eyes once more, he wore a faint smile. Ever since his Azure Essence Sword Arts had been cultivated to the tenth layer, he could clearly feel his spiritual power returning far faster than normal. It had come as a pleasant surprise. 

With that thought, Han Li muttered to himself for a moment and he took out a wooden box that shined with black light. The box had several restriction talismans sealing it as they sparkled with azure light. With a sweep of his hand, the talismans flew off the box and into his sleeve.

He then tapped the box and had it open to reveal what was inside. It was a palm-sized talisman that was covered in characters. There was also a small crimson flood dragon that could be faintly seen, roaming across its surface. 

Han Li extended his hand and beckoned to the talisman, having it fly into his hand. 

In the last few days, he had failed three times before finally refining the talisman. Although he didn’t know how powerful...