Seizing Destiny From Heavens Hands
Chapter 613: Saint Talisman – Eight Desolates Talisman of Annihilation

Chapter 613: Saint Talisman – Eight Desolates Talisman of Annihilation

Upon seeing Liu Yu of White Tiger Gate’s tragic death, the other cultivators immediately tried to retreat.

But...

They had just begun to flee when the countless flower petals in the sky accelerated.

In the blink of an eye, everything around them was enveloped.

It was as if a giant dome had trapped them all within.

The countless petals now resembled butterflies or bees with lives of their own, swarming from above.

The cultivators were filled with fear.

Yue Xinglou’s expression darkened.

The reputation of the Eighteen Cave Masters was well-deserved.

He could now only protect himself, unable to guard anyone else.

“Golden Light Talisman!”

“Fire Armor Talisman!”

“Endless Vitality Talisman!”

Several talismans flew from his fingertips. Once activated, they ignited swiftly, transforming into streams of light that shielded the surrounding area.

However, the protection radius was limited—only three zhang around him.

In their desperation for this narrow space of safety, the cultivators even began attacking each other.

A cold laugh came from within the private booth.

“Little Talisman King deliberately shrinks the protective range—how ruthless.”

Yue Xinglou snorted coldly, but Yin Zanghua increased the falling speed of the petals, forcing him to remain silent.

“Eight Desolates Talisman of Annihilation!”

Yue Xinglou gritted his teeth and shot out a crimson talisman unlike any other.

Once triggered, the talisman unleashed waves of flame, instantly incinerating the surrounding icy-blue petals.

The pressure on cultivators like those of the Five Thunder Mountain Sect eased significantly.

Yin Zanghua gave a cold snort. “The Eight Desolates Talisman of Annihilation... Those old relics at the Celestial Talisman Sect really favor you. They even let you have such a treasure.”

Beneath the Celestial Talisman Sect’s forbidden ground, there existed a flame known as the Eight Desolates Annihilation Fire.

The sect regularly offered heavenly and earthly treasures to nurture and evolve the flame.

In return, the flame cooperated with the sect, providing certain benefits.

This was a widely known arrangement across many forces within the Inner Sea.

Precisely due to this fire, the Celestial Talisman Sect had remained powerful and full of vitality over the ages.

The Eight Desolates Talisman of Annihilation was closely tied to the flame.

Only cultivators at the peak of the Supreme Realm or higher could extract a trace of its fire and seal it into a talisman for future use.

This talisman demanded high standards both in cultivation and talisman refinement.

Each one took over a hundred years of seclusion to produce.

As a result, even the lowest-quality ones were at least of low Saint-grade.

This particular talisman was one of the Celestial Talisman Sect’s seven most prized Saint Talismans.

“If I don’t use this talisman, how can I possibly break Cave Master Yin’s Sky-Frost Blossom technique?”

As Yue Xinglou finished speaking, he fired another talisman.

Yin Zanghua’s pupils contracted and she quickly dodged.

“Another Eight Desolates Talisman of Annihilation!”

Liu Yuntian roared, “We need to get out of the way too!”

Zhang Changheng and Shen Mo also quickly retreated.

Boom!

The talisman struck.

A huge hole was blasted open in the side of the Treasure Pavilion.

Black smoke shot into the sky.

The searing heat was so intense that weaker Nirvana Realm cultivators dared not approach.

Outside the Treasure Pavilion, Wang Chengfu stared at the blazing structure, heart aching to the point of bleeding.

Damn it.

If you two titans want to fight, do it somewhere else. Why are you wrecking my Treasure Pavilion?!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Sounds of battle between Yin Zanghua and Yue Xinglou continued to ring out.

Their strength was evenly matched, both holding numerous trump cards.

There was still no clear victor.

Meanwhile, Chen Yu and Luo Yan were entangled in combat with cultivators from the Five Thunder Mountain Sect and other minor sects.

That side of the battle also remained deadlocked.

The fighting was fiercely intense.

Amidst the chaos, a figure moved like a phantom, sneaking up to the exhibition platform.

With one swift motion, he snatched away the Crimson Sun Scripture!

Yin Zanghua and Yue Xinglou’s expressions changed as they simultaneously looked toward the figure.

Zhang Changheng and Liu Yuntian’s faces turned even more pale. They instantly recognized the person—it was Shi Tianhao!

Shen Mo, however, merely gave a faint smile.

He had long known that Shi Tianhao would take advantage of the chaos to steal the Crimson Sun Scripture.

The reason he neither stopped it nor took the scripture himself was to allow fate to unfold as it was meant to.

If he interfered, how fate would shift was completely unknown.

And if he were to seize the Crimson Sun Scripture himself, then the one being pursued by Yin Zanghua would become him.

Being hunted by a cultivator with eighty Dao patterns was not something easily shaken off.

If Shi Tianhao didn’t possess such heaven-defying fortune, he would have already died somewhere along the way.

Shen Mo was not foolish enough to compare his own fortune with Shi Tianhao’s.

At this moment, just as everyone stood in shock, a white light emerged behind Shi Tianhao and instantly vanished without a trace.

Only a voice tinged with a light chuckle remained in the air.

“Many thanks for the generous gifts, everyone.”

Seeing that the Crimson Sun Scripture had been stolen in the chaos, Yin Zanghua’s eyes turned vicious. With a violent flick of her sleeve, several towering figures charged toward Yue Xinglou.

Everyone stared closely and saw that the figures had hollow eyes and a metallic sheen on their chests, cold and rigid.

A cultivator from the Five Thunder Mountain Sect suddenly realized and cried out, “They’re Vajra Corpse Puppets from the Profound Yin Grotto! Four of them—my heavens!”

Corpse refining involved soaking corpses in medicinal solutions and using secret techniques to forge Yin corpses.

These could be made from the remains of either spirit beasts or human cultivators.

However, the number of Yin corpses one could control at once depended closely on the strength of one’s soul.

Attempting to control too many at once usually resulted in being devoured by the very Yin corpses one summoned.

The Profound Yin Grotto was famous for both corpse refinement and gu techniques.

In particular, their Saint-level technique—the Vajra Corpse Refinement Method—produced corpse puppets that were impervious to blades and spears, tough as stone, and monstrously strong.

They were practically humanoid sacred artifacts.

It was said that the chief cave master of the Profound Yin Grotto excelled in corpse refinement.

At his side was a Vajra Corpse Puppet he had refined since youth—nearly indestructible, incomparably powerful, capable of defeating even ordinary Supreme Realm cultivators.

Yet even with his powerful soul, he could only control three Vajra Corpse Puppets at once.

Now, this eighteenth cave master, Yin Zanghua, could control four simultaneously.

Clearly, this far exceeded everyone’s expectations.

Even Yue Xinglou’s.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The four Vajra Corpse Puppets closed in from four directions.

Their fists suddenly slammed forward.

It was as if they meant to shatter the very space around them.

Even before the fists landed, Yue Xinglou’s hair stood on end.

It was clear that his physical body couldn’t withstand the full-force assault of four Vajra Corpse Puppets.

“Dragon Scale Talisman!”

Yue Xinglou growled lowly.

Four talismans engraved with dragon-scale patterns shot forth.

They collided with the incoming fists of the puppets.

In the next moment, a violent explosion resounded.

Boom!

The Dragon Scale Talismans were directly blown apart.

Yue Xinglou’s body was sent flying on the spot.

In midair, he spewed blood wildly, and his aura instantly weakened.

Yin Zanghua didn’t pause at all and immediately gave chase in the direction of Shi Tianhao.

She had already ordered the four Vajra Corpse Puppets to keep Yue Xinglou entangled.

Just before rushing out, Yin Zanghua suddenly sensed that the divine sense imprint from the golden page had appeared again.

It belonged to a young male cultivator.

“Chen Yu, Luo Yan—capture him alive.”

Yin Zanghua pointed behind her, toward Shen Mo, who had just emerged from the Heaven-Rank private booth.

“Yes.”

Chen Yu and Luo Yan exchanged a look, something flickering in their eyes, then nodded.

Yin Zanghua knew these two might not take their task seriously.

But right now, she had no choice but to send Chen Yu and Luo Yan to do it.

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