"So, how did it go? Looks like you had a bountiful harvest."
With more than a dozen [Medicine Talismans] arrayed before him, Daoist Qingya, wearing a magic artifact resembling eyeglasses with two golden wires twined around circular lenses, meticulously studied the Talisman Scripts.
Cloud Script transforms into Talisman Scripts.
The written characters varied depending on the divine marvel they embodied.
Ultimately, Cloud Script was not a fixed character.
Rather, it was a type of divine marvel fused within Qi Xiu's body.
Take the [Medicine Talisman] for example: each time the evolved medicinal power differed, the characters generated in Qi Xiu's sea of consciousness and the resulting written script would also vary.
Although the differences were minor, the profound subtlety lay within these fine details.
To silence Daoist Qingya's daily ramblings, Qi Xiu had simply written over thirty different [Medicine Talismans] for him to study.
It also brought some quiet to his own ears.
