Chapter 1298 - Four Symbols Immortal Talisman

After Liu Wuxie cleared a path, he flashed into the distance without hesitation and vanished over the horizon like a comet. No one expected such speed, and even high-level experts of the Primal Origin Realm couldn't catch him.

Yi Shuifeng recalled the Storm-Breaking Spear, his expression turning grim as Liu Wuxie escaped right under his nose. Meanwhile, Liu Wuxie found the entrance to the next pocket dimension and disappeared.

"Spread the word at once! Even if Liu Wuxie escaped to other pocket dimensions, he won't survive easily!" someone said. A cultivator drew a Communication Talisman and sent the news outward.

After all, people could easily identify Liu Wuxie because he had cultivated at the sixth level of the Origin Conversion Realm. Even if he disguised his appearance, he couldn't mask his cultivation unless he reached the higher levels of the Origin Conversion Realm. There were no treasures in the ancestral talisman, only a large number of runes; nothing here could increase his cultivation.

He passed through the entrance to the next pocket dimension and felt as if he were stepping on clouds while snow fell over the world. Everything lay beneath a white blanket, and a spectacular wintry landscape unfolded before him.

"Interesting to find a snowy landscape within the Fire Ancestral Talisman. It looks like Emperor Haoyuan isn't simple," Liu Wuxie murmured. Many of the pocket dimensions in this ancestral talisman did not form naturally; the owner refined them and infused them with his own elements.

He swept his gaze around to ensure no one stood nearby, then slowed. The cultivators in this dimension shouldn't know he had collected dozens of runes yet.

"My priority is to forge a powerful profound talisman. It won't be long before the elites of Grand Unity City form an alliance against me," he murmured. Time was short.

He had to craft the profound talisman so he could at least escape if a massed siege closed in. Setting up a spiritual array wouldn't work; they would be on guard against it. He fixed his eyes on a distant snowy mountain and headed that way. The mountain was vast, with several cultivators roaming its slopes, and he avoided them as best he could.

Behind a large boulder, he hid safely from prying eyes, took out array flags, and planted them around the site. Crafting the profound talisman would take time, and he couldn't afford interruption. He intended to make the process flawless.

Dozens of runes hovered before him, each with a different attribute. If he wanted to merge them perfectly, it wouldn't be easy. He closed his eyes, comprehended in silence, and used the Heavenly Dao Book to begin his analysis.

Time slipped by. Fifteen minutes later, his eyes snapped open. He had the answer he wanted.

"Four Symbols Immortal Talisman! I'll go with you," he murmured. The golden runes he had obtained matched the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman perfectly. Though not a genuine immortal talisman, others had modeled it after one.

With his modifications, it could retain a portion of an immortal talisman's power when empowered by a complete immortal talisman. Even a portion of that power could destroy heaven and earth. He swiped his finger through the air. Faint ripples spread, and the ancestral talisman gave a subtle jolt.

Participants inside the ancestral talisman couldn't sense it, but those outside felt the change.

"What's going on? Why did the ancestral talisman jolt?" people asked, their confusion rising, as many had witnessed an earlier jolt as well.

Liu Wuxie's hands moved in a blur as strange seals hovered before him. He was the first to use laws as his talisman paper.

"Two forms, four symbols, six formations, eight trigrams..." he said. With every word, patterns intertwined in the air, each stroke fitting perfectly, as if nature formed them.

Tattered runes from the surroundings rushed over and merged into the patterns. Even Liu Wuxie was startled at the sight: those broken runes carried the ancestral tree's power. If he could fuse that power into the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman, its might would become unthinkable.

"Fire!" he said. With a tap of his finger, he infused the runes that represented fire into the talisman, and a complete rune took shape upon it. He continued tapping, sending more runes into the talisman. The Four Symbols Immortal Talisman released a blazing light like a newborn sun hovering before him, and its heat melted the surrounding snow at a startling pace.

The phenomenon drew every nearby gaze and lured cultivators closer, yet Liu Wuxie, fully immersed, forgot the world around him. Each seal and fusion brimmed with profundity, stirring the air as more tattered runes—tadpoles of brilliant script—spiraled in to cling to the forming talisman. The transparent talisman darkened until it turned black.

Even he couldn't fully comprehend the talisman before him; it had surpassed his understanding. Each rune's power exceeded expectations, which meant the talisman's power surpassed imagination. Dozens of runes wove together and hovered like a living painting.

Sensing people approaching, he narrowed his eyes and sped up his crafting. He clasped his hands, and a faint golden rune appeared—a true immortal rune, yet not from within the ancestral talisman.

He felt no concern about using something that didn't originate from the ancestral talisman, because this profound talisman didn't require acknowledgment. He planned to use it to kill the Grand Unity Sect's elites. The moment the profound talisman formed, the ancestral talisman trembled again. The approaching cultivators staggered, nearly pitching into the snow.

"What a powerful profound talisman! Seize it!" someone shouted. If they seized this profound talisman, they wouldn't need to craft one themselves. Moreover, because the profound talisman had stirred the ancestral talisman, they felt confident it could win the ancestral talisman's acknowledgment.

A chorus of sonic booms cracked across the sky and closed in. Several figures streaked through the air and came into Liu Wuxie's sight.

The golden rune flew into the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman and merged. The talisman pulsed like a breathing heart, and its power collapsed the surrounding space into an abyss—an unbelievable phenomenon for a profound talisman.

The rushing cultivators halted, afraid to advance lest the abyss swallow them. Seal after seal poured into the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman as Liu Wuxie stabilized it to prevent an explosion; if it detonated, he would suffer the blast first.

"What a terrifying profound talisman!" voices rang from every direction. Over thirty people had gathered—about half were human; roughly a third were from the faceless and ghost clans, with the oceanic and undead clans also present.

"The aura he's giving off feels familiar for some reason," a human murmured, brows pinched. The aura seemed too familiar, yet he couldn't place it.

"He's Liu Wuxie!" a member of the faceless clan exclaimed. They had sensed Liu Wuxie's aura through his disguise.

The name sparked recognition. Faces brightened with sudden joy and greed.

"We searched high and low for him, but he walked straight into our laps. If we kill him, we'll not only obtain that profound talisman, we'll also collect the Grand Unity Sect's bounty!" they cried, their avarice plain for all to see.

Liu Wuxie remained expressionless, his gaze sweeping across every face. The Four Symbols Immortal Talisman stabilized and devoured all the tattered runes within a radius of one thousand meters. The vicinity around him melted into a strange tableau, exposing green stone beneath the snow.

"Form!" he said. He tapped his finger, and the Four Symbols Immortal Talisman stopped revolving and hovered before him. Its sheer size shocked the crowd.

Back on the True Martial Continent's Heavenly Peak, he had seen a super profound talisman that blotted out the sky. This one, a meter across, still counted as enormous. He tapped again, and the profound talisman shrank to a black point and vanished into the air.

"That's strange. Why didn't he etch his name on the profound talisman?" the onlookers asked. By rights, he should have etched his name and the Heavenly Dragon Sect's name on the profound talisman, as during the blacksmithing event, so that the ancestral talisman could record his work.

"That's better for us. Once we get our hands on that profound talisman, we can etch our names on it," said a cultivator at the eighth level of the Primal Origin Realm, licking his lips. He had the highest cultivation among everyone present, which meant he had the best chance of seizing it from Liu Wuxie.

They didn't bother to lower their voices; in their eyes, Liu Wuxie was already as good as dead. The Four Symbols Immortal Talisman condensed into a black point and entered Liu Wuxie's body. Without the talisman's suppression, the spatial abyss began to close.

He finished his crafting and swept an emotionless gaze through the crowd.

"Liu Wuxie, I can spare your life if you hand over the profound talisman," said the cultivator at the eighth level of the Primal Origin Realm, landing five meters away with a single leap.

The others followed closely and formed a ring to prevent his escape. The faceless clan didn't hurry to act; Liu Wuxie's cursed energy countered them perfectly.

"A bunch of trash. Come at me together!" Liu Wuxie said. He couldn't be bothered to waste words on these people. Since the ancestral talisman didn't contain treasures he could use to increase his cultivation, he would plunder Primal Origin Realm laws to force his breakthrough. Once he reached the seventh level of the Primal Origin Realm, his combat strength would undergo another transformation.

"What arrogance!" a member of the oceanic clan shouted. He hurled the trident in his hand, and it flashed before Liu Wuxie with blinding speed; people knew the oceanic clan for its cruelty and dislike of words.

"Die!" Liu Wuxie said. He tapped his finger and executed the Dragon-Grasping Hand. It descended from the sky and crushed the oceanic clansman before the target could react.

The scene turned horrific. Even if that oceanic cultivator wasn't strong, he still matched a human cultivator at the fifth level of the Primal Origin Realm, yet Liu Wuxie killed him with a single strike. The other races recoiled and didn't dare step forward. Only the human cultivators stood fast and refused to give up; with the profound talisman right before their eyes, how could they let it go?

"Liu Wuxie, even if you're strong, there are many of us here. Let's see where you think you can run," said the cultivator at the eighth level of the Primal Origin Realm. He whirled the sword in his hand and charged toward Liu Wuxie.