Chapter 287 - 261: Contact with Talisman Tao, Arrival at the Other Shore of the Abyss! (Two-in-One)
Under the coercion of Song Changming, Qi Tian had no choice but to hand over all the remaining talisman papers.
The quantity was quite substantial, with about a dozen talisman papers between the two brothers.
There were three types of talismans in total.
Flying Talisman, Golden Shield Talisman, Divine Movement Talisman.
Song Changming took out one of the Golden Shield Talismans and attempted to activate it with spiritual power.
The process was not difficult to operate. As soon as his spiritual power touched it, the yellow talisman paper in his hand immediately generated energy, forming a semi-transparent golden light shield in front of him.
Song Changming tried throwing a punch.
The protective shield trembled, but it did not break.
Song Changming then increased his force and punched again, causing the golden shield to shake more violently, while also transmitting a counterforce back to Song Changming.
Song Changming increased his strength again for a third punch.
With a bang, the golden shield shattered.
"Not bad..." Song Changming assessed privately.
The golden shield released by this talisman paper could withstand a purely force-based attack of up to twelve elephants.
If augmented with an outburst of inner qi and martial technique power, breaking this golden shield would be easier.
According to Qi Tian, such a Golden Shield Talisman was sufficient to withstand an attack from an Innate Martial Artist.
Cultivators below the Innate level would find it difficult to break this golden shield.
That Song Changming could shatter it with one punch sufficed to demonstrate that the power of his punch was already comparable to a strike from an Innate Martial Artist.
Additionally, the two brothers relied on the Flying Talisman for aerial capabilities.
Stuck onto the body, it consumed spiritual power to remain active, enabling continuous flight until the talisman expired.
The other Divine Movement Talisman lived up to its name, making a person nimble and increasing their movement speed when attached.
The three types of talismans primarily served as life-saving measures.
In the face of ordinary danger, they might offer protection, but against a powerhouse like Song Changming, these talisman papers were insufficient to ensure their escape.
In Song Changming’s view, the effect of these talisman papers was practical but not amazing, appearing magical only at first look.
According to the other side, what allowed them to traverse the Abyss was mainly the Flying Talisman and the protection of the Green eyed Corpse Puppet.
The Golden Shield Talisman could also partially resist the energy torrent at the center of the Abyss and the crushing impact of the magnetic field gravity.
Song Changming felt both surprised and delighted upon hearing this.
He didn’t see much value in the talisman’s effect for combat situations, but they could help him cross the Abyss.
"Are you saying one Flying Talisman is enough to cross the Abyss?" Song Changming looked toward Qi Tian.
"Yes, as long as you don’t delay, one Flying Talisman is sufficient," Qi Tian affirmed.
For them, flying had never been the most troubling issue, as there were plenty of methods to fly and escape in the Ancient Abyss Country.
The difficulty was that they didn’t possess a flesh physique as strong as Song Changming’s, unable to withstand the terrifying energy torrents and magnetic field gravity over the Abyss.
Therefore, they needed the Golden Shield Talisman and the powerful flesh of the Green eyed Corpse Puppet for protection to cross the Abyss.
However, it’s worth noting that talisman papers are valuable consumables and not cheap, in addition to crossing the Abyss carrying unforeseen risks. There could be danger even with full preparations.
So for these Corpse Refining Sect Members, they wouldn’t casually undertake the effort to cross the Abyss, coming to this desolate place for leisure, as it would be a labor-intensive and unrewarding task.
It was only because of the tempting benefits promised by Sect Leader Fang Kui that the two brothers risked coming here.
They didn’t expect to encounter a formidable person like Song Changming and become stuck in a desperate situation.
This could be considered as running into an unexpected risk.
If they had known, there’s no way they would have come to court death.
They were puzzled in their hearts as to why someone so strong emerged in such a desolate place with scarce spiritual qi...
Even the Green eyed Corpse Puppet could be killed, which was far beyond their understanding.
Due to environmental limitations, normally bringing a Green eyed Corpse Puppet here would suffice to sweep through all beings in this area, claiming they were invincible in the world!
They had never expected to meet their downfall in such a place...
Three days later, Song Changming extracted much information about the Ancient Abyss Country from them, deepening his impression and understanding of that ancient land.
Of course, knowing much is not as good as seeing for oneself.
On the mountain.
Song Changming sat alone atop the highest ruin, looking at a stack of talisman papers in his hand.
"Should I go..."
With his physical strength, coupled with the Flying Talisman, the feasibility of crossing the Abyss significantly increased.
He looked at the Flying Talismans in his hand, numbering eight; not a small amount, no harm in trying a couple.
Just as Song Changming made up his mind, a group of people from the other side of the dense fog caught sight of the massive shadow of the mountain.
"Is this the mountain gate of the Corpse Refining Sect?" Liang Chuan Mountain, walking at the head of the group, commented at the now clearer mountain ahead.
"No mistake, it’s the location given by the Young Master," Song Ping’an nodded.
"What are we waiting for, it’s been so many days, the Young Master must be getting impatient," Su Qingqing muttered.
"Still, we must be cautious, as this is the domain of the Corpse Refining Sect, potential lingering dangers may exist," Liang Chuan Mountain advised prudence.
The chilly feeling in the area had not completely dispersed, with a faint scent of blood lingering in the air.
The closer they got to the mountain, the stronger the bloody smell became.
It seemed as if all the red flowers and trees on the mountain had been watered with blood.
The group soon climbed the mountain, surrounded by silence, occasionally spotting some scattered unprocessed corpses.