He knew that with Nascent Soul cultivation, the once surging Power of Heaven and Earth Seal could no longer threaten him.
Yet that Power of Heaven and Earth Seal had not vanished; it simply could not threaten his life, though it still obstructed his inscriptions.
But now, he could not sense the existence of that force at all.
Rather, it was as if his whole being had entered a strange Realm, able to disregard that force, allowing the Profound-Grade Talismans beneath his brush to flow forth one by one, inscribed as if on a production line, ceaselessly emerging.
In the end.
Tap—
Jiang Feng's Wolf Hair Brush dropped onto the surface of the table.
The stock of Talisman Paper used for inscribing Profound-Grade Talismans had been exhausted.
The Wolf Hair Brush stamped a Text Seal onto the tabletop; the table could not withstand the force of the imprint, and before Jiang Feng's eyes it crumbled, while the Profound-Grade Talismans floated before him, suspended in the air.
