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Winter had passed, spring had come, and another two years had elapsed.
In the secret chamber, Zhao Sheng sat crossed-legged on a cushion, at the center of which the ground was set with a blood-colored array. Embedded within the array were top-grade Spirit Stones, and threads of pure Spirit Liquid slowly flowed along the glowing lines of the Formation.
Zhao Sheng formed a strange spell seal with his hands. His Divine Sense burst forth with all its might, enveloping a golden flame about a yard in size that hovered mid-air.
The Golden Crow True Fire burned fiercely, and within the blaze, a blood-colored jade talisman the size of a palm undulated up and down. The surface of the talisman was covered with vein-like blood runes that throbbed and pulsated with Zhao Sheng's heart intent.
