Good talisman, thought Li Xizhi.1

The talisman Chi Zhihu had taken out was extraordinary. It had a pale blue-and-white base, with gold paint forming the script. Its grade, symbols, and incantation were unknown, making it impossible to use.0

Li Xizhi did not give it another glance. Forming a spell art with his hands, he raised his thumb, tapped two fingers in succession, then shifted into a two-finger transformation seal. First, he pointed at the northern falling clouds, then at Xia Mountain in the east. Three gleams of radiance. emerald green, earthy brown, and profound gold, rose from his fingertips.0

The three could hardly stand by and watch him cast spells. Chi Zhihu immediately raised his hand, and a gleaming white, needle-shaped dharma artifact appeared in his palm. Mana flowed...3