Talisman

On the top of Qingming Peak, outside the Star Picking Pavilion, the wind is as sharp as a knife. Headmaster Xuan Weizi stood with his hands behind his back on the cloud viewing platform. His moon-white robe was spotless, and the cuffs were outlined with dark gold threads to outline complex swirling cloud seal patterns. The patterns seemed to be pulsing slightly with life, absorbing the invisible aura of the vast sea of ​​clouds beneath his feet. With his pale face and long beard, he looks like a fairy in a painting. Only in the depths of his eyes that reflected the flowing clouds and stars, there was a light that was deeper than the abyss beneath his feet. In the pavilion, several elders dressed in high-level talisman master robes stood in silence with their hands lowered, not daring to breathe. The air was filled with thousand-year-old red sandalwood and an invisible pressure that made people feel heavy. "Seven stars are connected, and the vision has come true. The return period of 'Tian Luo' will be after Jiazi." Xuan Weizi's voice was not high-pitched, but it penetrated the Gangfeng clearly and reached everyone's ears, carrying an undoubted mysterious meaning. "However, if you want to use the power of the entire sect to set up this eternal formation and seal the rift in the netherworld, you must not be led by someone with a peerless fate and a pure heart." His gaze slowly swept over everyone, measuring like a cold jade ruler. Finally, he stopped at the most imposing elder on the left who was wearing an indigo star-patterned robe - it was Zhenren Lieyang who proposed to deprive Li Xingyun of his dual cultivation rights.