Qingxuan Holy Land, Moshu Peak.

As the chief Talisman Master of the Qingxuan Holy Land, Qin Moran was dressed in her usual long, black and white robe, lecturing the disciples gathered below.

"The so-called Talisman Dao is the art of using one's spiritual soul as a guide to channel the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm and inscribe it upon a slip of talisman paper."

"The Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm is the power of the fundamental laws that exist within the world. As Talisman Masters, what we must do is perceive this Dao Rhythm, imprint it, and use our methods to bring forth its myriad wondrous effects."

"To become a Talisman Master, you first need proficiency in the art of calligraphy, followed by ample spiritual soul power, and finally, a deep perception and understanding of the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm..."

The Qingxuan Holy Land placed great importance on the cultivation of its disciples.

As the chief Talisman Master, Qin Moran was not only responsible for crafting powerful talismans for the sect but also, on occasion, for instructing disciples in the Talisman Dao.

As she spoke, Qin Moran reviewed the characters the disciples had written on their papers.

After just a brief look, she couldn't help but shake her head.

This batch of disciples was truly terrible. Their calligraphy was atrocious, one worse than the next. Forget masterful calligraphy; they lacked even the most basic brushwork.

Thinking back carefully.

In all these years, the most beautiful handwriting she had ever seen belonged to none other than Gu Xiu.

"Strange, why would I suddenly think of him? A good-for-nothing like that left the sect; I should have forgotten him long ago."

"It must be because Senior Sister has been mentioning him so often lately. When I have the chance, I should help Senior Sister sever her attachment. It's time to let go."

Qin Moran gathered her thoughts and resumed instructing the disciples, beginning to teach them how to draw their first talisman.

But...

The more she taught...

The darker Qin Moran's expression became.

Among so many disciples, not a single one could produce a complete talisman. Even Gu Xiu, more than five hundred years ago when he first learned, had not been this incompetent.

Shaking her head, forcing herself not to think of Gu Xiu again, Qin Moran took out her Seven-Colored Glazed Pen.

"All of you, watch closely."

"The most important part of creating a talisman is your perception of the Dao Rhythm. With every stroke, you must use your spiritual soul power to guide the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm and merge it into the ink!"

As she spoke, Qin Moran began to write.

She was exceptionally gifted, possessing a transcendent talent for the Talisman Dao.

The moment her pen touched the paper, the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm was immediately stirred, slowly beginning to manifest and be drawn, bit by bit, into the talisman.

This scene caused the crowd of disciples to exclaim in shock.

"It's so fluid!"

"Elder Qin truly is a talisman genius seen once in ten thousand years! This is incredible!"

"So this is how a talisman is made?"

"..."

Hearing these exclamations, Qin Moran shook her head inwardly. The Talisman Dao emphasized one's state of mind. If one's thoughts were in disarray, it would be difficult to achieve anything of substance.

Just as this thought arose, Qin Moran's final stroke fell.

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The talisman was complete!

In that instant, the laws of heaven and earth surged. The Dao Rhythm that had already been drawn in immediately descended upon the talisman.

The moment the two merged...

Would be the moment the talisman was perfected.

Qin Moran was all too familiar with this process, simply waiting for the moment the talisman would be fully formed.

But...

Just as the talisman was on the verge of completion...

A mishap suddenly occurred!

The strand of Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm that was about to merge into the talisman suddenly trembled violently. Then, under Qin Moran's astonished gaze, it abruptly broke free. It soared into the air, but instead of departing, it merely turned to face a certain direction.

"What... what is happening?" Qin Moran was utterly bewildered.

But what confused her even more was that it wasn't just this one strand of Dao Rhythm!

On the contrary, within her perception, new Dao Rhythms, one after another, now began to appear.

The Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm was the power of the world's fundamental laws. As long as the world did not change, the laws would not change.

Theoretically, the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm was an inexhaustible resource.

But...

This Dao Rhythm was invisible to ordinary people. Even a high-level Talisman Master needed to use special methods to summon and connect with it.

So what was happening now?

"The Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm is appearing on its own accord... What... what is going on?"

"Why has the Dao Rhythm suddenly become so abnormal?"

Qin Moran began to panic, a hint of dread appearing in her eyes.

The scene before her had already surpassed her understanding.

What was even more terrifying was that as a massive amount of Dao Rhythm appeared, it all suddenly turned in unison toward a single direction.

And then...

It bowed slightly!!!

It was as if the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm was welcoming the arrival of a respected old friend!!!

It was so vivid and lifelike!

"This is..."

"This is the Ten Thousand Rhythms Worship!!!"

Qin Moran's eyes widened, and she began to tremble uncontrollably.

"This means the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm wishes to be written, appearing of its own will, releasing its goodwill, and being drawn to someone in an act of worship!"

"But... how could this be possible?"

"Could it be that a Supreme of the Talisman Dao has appeared?"

"That's impossible!"

"Could it be the birth of some peerless prodigy? A natural-born Supreme of the Talisman Dao?"

Countless thoughts swirled madly, throwing Qin Moran into complete disarray.

She felt a wave of inexplicable fear!

Many people believed that Talisman Masters were beings who controlled the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm, but only those who had truly become Talisman Masters understood the truth.

Talisman Masters did not control the Dao Rhythm.

It was more like...

They cooperated with it!

The Talisman Master would attract the Dao Rhythm, and the Dao Rhythm would then acknowledge the master, willingly helping them to create a talisman!

Therefore, the most crucial test of a Talisman Master's potential was their affinity with the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm.

Qin Moran's talent was immense.

She also had an extremely strong affinity for the Dao Rhythm.

Her years of diligent cultivation had allowed her to advance rapidly in the Talisman Dao.

But...

Even she did not possess the ability to make so much Dao Rhythm show such affinity!

Let alone...

Achieve the legendary Ten Thousand Rhythms Worship!

In fact, from the time the Talisman Dao was established by the predecessors as one of the Six Paths until now, there was no record of such an event ever occurring.

Even the term "Ten Thousand Rhythms Worship" had always been nothing more than a theoretical concept, a mere conjecture among Talisman Masters.

An unprecedented event!

And now...

It was happening!!!

What did this mean?

It meant that the world had changed, the Heaven and Earth Dao Rhythm had changed, or a certain person had changed!

Who was it?

Where were they?

Why was this happening?

Qin Moran knew none of the answers. At this moment, her heart was a whirlwind of complex emotions.

Three parts fear.

Three parts admiration.

And... four parts worship!!!

Many others shared Qin Moran's thoughts.

"Ten Thousand Rhythms Worship! It's the Ten Thousand Rhythms Worship!"

"Find out! Immediately find out where it's coming from!"

"Has some terrifying existence descended upon the world?!"

"This scene fills me with dread. If a person is causing this, does that mean they could one day prevent me from even writing a single talisman?"

"Unbelievable. If it truly is a person, just how strong is their affinity?"

"..."

On this day, countless Talisman Masters put aside their urgent tasks.

They walked out of their rooms and looked up toward the east.

Every Talisman Master understood.

Something monumental had just happened!

And if the ordinary Talisman Masters were merely shocked and speculating on the cause of it all...

Then in the Central Continent, beside the Zangxian Valley forbidden area...

In an ancient hall that had stood for an unknown number of years, an old man who seemed to have long since passed away in meditation suddenly opened his eyes.

He gazed to the east, as if trying to see through everything.

After a moment, the old man burst into wild laughter.

"He's here! He's here!"

"Three thousand years of waiting, and I have finally lived to see this day!"

"The fated one of Mo Hanlou..."

"Has appeared!!!"

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