The Yellow Talisman exerted its power, instantly igniting and transforming into wisps of black smoke, crackling as they rose, coalescing into a cloud of obscure black air in the sky.
"Incense offerings, tribulation energy—quite a unique approach!"
Chen Sheng gazed from afar, his eyes penetrating through layers of space, observing the entire process of the Daoist's spellcasting. He gently shook his head internally:
"In this era of the end of magic, with Spiritual Qi depleted, one can only gather incense offerings, accumulate tribulation energy, refine the Yin spirit, cast spells, cultivate nature without cultivating life—eternal life is but a mirage of flowers in the mirror and moon in the water, how desolate!"
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The old boatman noticed Chen Sheng looking toward the direction of the green hills and hastily began to explain:
