Chapter 150: So, What Is the Cost?
The hearts of the two Sages were secretly astonished.
Zhou Tong was so serious, forcing them to make the most solemn oath, which showed how extraordinary the events about to unfold were.
Without hesitation, the two immediately complied.
Once the oath was completed, Zhou Tong’s brow glowed, and unparalleled spiritual power radiated from him, transforming into a blank Spirit Talisman.
“This is…”
You Jingfeng’s eyes widened; he felt an extremely intense fluctuation. Even without being inscribed, it already surpassed an ordinary Level 9 Spirit Talisman.
It was unimaginable what kind of defiant existence this was!
“Could it be a pinnacle Level 9 Spirit Talisman?”
His heart trembled; he had never seen or heard of a Spirit Talisman of this level.
Was he about to witness history today?
“Could it be…”
The Sword Saint was also stunned. From the looks of it, Zhou Tong clearly intended to refine the Might-Displaying and Soul-Protecting Curse right on the spot!
Realizing this, he couldn’t help but look around for the presence of strong warriors, but in the end, he found nothing.
The rumored strong warrior who had reached the Formless Realm had still not shown up. Could it be that they were hiding in the darkness?
Before he could ask, Zhou Tong waved his palm and sent three beams of light into the minds of the three Sages.
Those were the steps and methods for refining the Spirit Talisman.
With everything prepared, Zhou Tong looked at the Sword Saint.
The first step required the Sage’s heart’s blood.
With a bang!
The Sword Saint did not hesitate, slapping his palm onto his chest and couldn’t help but spurt out a trace of crimson.
The holy blood was dazzling, perfectly merging with the talisman paper, immediately causing earth-shaking changes.
“Unleash all your spiritual power, and leave the rest to me.”
Zhou Tong said decisively. As soon as he finished speaking, three streams of Sage-level spiritual power converged in the palm of his hand like a rushing river.
“Boom!!”
Next, Xiao Bai materialized, becoming another Zhou Tong. The two stood together without any difference.
This scene left the Sword Saint in a daze, nearly causing his thinking to stop.
It was as if he had been struck hard in the soul by a heavy hammer, falling into a state of bewilderment.
“The Formless Form!” he said, trembling.
He could not be mistaken; for a Sage aiming to reach the Imperial Realm, the Six Realms of Becoming Emperor were not unfamiliar.
It was precisely for this reason that he felt extremely shocked.
Zhou Tong had said a strong warrior from the Formless Realm would descend here but never claimed that the warrior would be himself!
“What are you doing? Gather your spiritual power for me!”
An angry roar interrupted the Sword Saint’s thoughts.
“I understand now.”
He transformed into a cautious child, immediately becoming much more prudent.
“Formless Integration, Mysterious Talisman Inscription!”
With the true mantra recitation, Xiao Bai directly merged with Zhou Tong and then pressed a finger down onto the talisman paper.
In an instant, divine fire blazed, dancing like a dragon and phoenix, leaving traces of inscription on it.
This process consumed an outrageous amount of spiritual power. Half an hour later, the three Sages were on the verge of collapse, while Zhou Tong remained radiant, showing no signs of limits.
“Final stroke, complete!”
As the young man’s voice fell, the sky instantly became overcast.
It was an extremely terrifying image; not only were thunder and rain raging, but the Netherworld also opened its gates, emitting waves of ghostly wails!
The reason was simple: what was being inscribed was too defiant, provoking strong repulsion from the laws.
Every stroke stirred wind and rain, and the talisman wept for ghosts and gods!
“Spirit Seal 95, Might-Displaying and Soul-Protecting Curse!”
As soon as the words were spoken, brilliant light tore through the layers of mist, illuminating the Netherworld and returning everything to peace.
“It worked!”
The Sword Saint was overjoyed, almost screaming madly, with tears on his face as he accepted the Spirit Talisman.
You Jingfeng could hardly bear it. According to his judgment, this Spirit Talisman had clearly surpassed Level 9, reaching the level of a mysterious talisman!
If 95 was like this, then what about 96, or even 100!
He shook his head desperately, afraid to think further, lest his Dao heart be invaded.
No wonder Zhou Tong wanted them to swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao, never to disclose today’s events.
With the Formless Realm and the mysterious Spirit Talisman, if these two secrets leaked out, it would surely trigger a bloody storm capable of shaking heaven and earth.
“The pact is established; I bestow upon you the promised items!”
Ignoring the astonishment of the two, Zhou Tong extended his hand.
In the next moment, the Sword Saint walked up with an excited expression, grabbing his arm.
“Little brother, according to our previous agreement, I want to become sworn brothers with you, so let’s not wait for a better day!”
As soon as these words came out, You Jingfeng rolled his eyes in frustration.
With a thud, the Sword Saint knelt on the ground, his expression turning exceedingly reverent.
“O heaven and earth, mountains and seas as my witnesses, today I shall become sworn brothers with Zhou Tong. I don’t ask for the same year, same month, or same day of birth, but only…”
Before he could finish his appeal, a group of people pinned him to the ground and kicked him a dozen times.
“You shameless thing, still wanting to go through life and death with a young man? Are you making a wish or cursing someone?”
…
In the Fengxiang Inn, two rascals woke up.
Mo Liushu’s punishment just happened to break out, and she was being tormented to the point of wishing she were dead. Each scream resonated like heavenly music for Xia Hongxiu.
As for Tang Qi, he went mad the moment he woke up, running out in a frenzied manner. Even Chen Ling’er couldn’t catch up with him.
He charged through the streets like a mad bull, rushing to a deserted area and trembling as he checked his body.
Moments later, he felt as if struck by lightning, as if the sky had fallen.
“My spiritual root is gone! How could my spiritual root be gone?! Ahhhhhh!!”
In an instant, blood and tears streamed down his face as he felt incomplete; even if he achieved the title of Great Emperor in the future, he could only be a eunuch emperor.
This was even worse than being called the Pig-loving Emperor!
“You old thing, come out! You must heal my injuries!”
In his despair, he roared at the lingering soul inside his ring.
“It’s gone, so it’s gone. It’s just right for you to become less arrogant and more readily comprehend the traces of the Great Dao.”
“Bullshit!”
He cursed fiercely, threatening, “If you can’t do it, don’t blame me for being ruthless!”
After his words, however, there was a long silence without any response. The lingering soul had obviously chosen to lock itself away, placing Tang Qi on the blacklist.
“Damn! Damn! You old bastard, I won’t spare you!”
He roared, his eyes bloodshot, when suddenly, the surroundings became pitch black, forming an independent world that enveloped him!
“Where is this?”
He was both surprised and angry when suddenly a ghostly figure appeared before him.
“You are from the Demonic Race!!”
“That’s right. I can sense that you have cultivated the Heaven-Swallowing Demonic Skill, which is the ultimate skill created by this king.”
Tang Qi trembled uncontrollably; this was actually a Devil King!
“Don’t be afraid. Since you’re a rare talent, this king can help you reconstruct your body and make you stronger, granting you the power to overcome everything!”
Hearing this, a flicker of hesitation passed through Tang Qi’s eyes, only to be submerged by endless madness.
“Then… what is the cost?”
