On the Canglan Continent, terror descends and civilization crumbles. The only chance of survival lies in clearing one instance after another.
Upright cultivators step into the instances without hesitation, searching for hope of saving the world.
Sword cultivators split the heavens with a single strike, spell cultivators move mountains and fill seas, and healer cultivators save lives and tend the wounded.
Only the talisman cultivators have a style all their own.
They draw, draw, and draw some more.
- The enemy's right in front of you, so why are you still drawing?
- You draw a tiger's back and a bear's shoulders, but what are you doing drawing useless pecs?
- The Mountain-Flipping Seal is not a pig's trotter!
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They've managed to earn everyone's disdain.
Ding Lan, who transmigrated here: ...
On the verge of dying of thirst, she tries writing the character for "water" on a talisman.
Heaven and earth tremble, ghosts and gods are shaken. Across the vast Canglan, the waters swallow the sky and drench the sun.
At the sight of this character, a reclusive old ancestor comes out of seclusion in the middle of the night. "This character must be our hope for saving the world!"
Ding Lan, drenched to the bone: ...
Sorry, I have mastered all 3,500 commonly used characters.
Premise: Practice your handwriting. Start right away
