The sun and moon are both wrong; who made him seek the Dharma

He put down the talisman, his tone gentle:

"However, although it wasn't successful, it still counts as you passing."

Xia Chuan picked up the wooden seal thoughtfully, turning it over and over to examine it, his brows slightly furrowed.

Zhao Yan looked at the piece of wood in Xia Chuan's hand and nodded to himself.

This guy is cunning and quick-witted.

However, one cannot be careless when it comes to cultivation.

But young people should always try new things.

He heard Xia Chuan ask, "If one has sufficient magical power, can't one create talismans through this printing method?"

Xia Chuan frowned as he looked at the pattern on the talisman.

He had previously wanted to give Zhao Yan a technological shock.

After all, this old man lived during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and woodblock printing would not appear until about 500 years after his death.

Not to mention movable type printing.

But now it seems that this path is not viable?

"print."

Zhao Yan was taken aback.

The term was somewhat unfamiliar to him, but he quickly understood what Xia Chuan meant by engraving the pattern on the printing plate for mass reproduction.

Zhao Yan pondered the word, then shook his head and chuckled: "There is a certain possibility of success."

"But it's as difficult as climbing to heaven."

He looked at Xia Chuan with a kind expression, as if he were looking at a whimsical child:

"You have no magic power, so you can't sense it."

However, the magical energy pathways within the supernatural power diagrams are actually sequential and interconnected.

Zhao Yan took Xia Chuan's wooden seal in his hand, dipped it in the red sand, aimed it at a blank talisman paper, and steadily pressed it down.

Lift it up.

A talisman for rejuvenation appeared on the paper, with a complete form and lines, but it lacked the charm and "life" it had before.

Zhao Yan held up the printed talisman in front of Xia Chuan:

"look."

"Even I cannot create talismans in this way."

"The moment it is imprinted, the magical power within the talisman is chaotic, and it is more difficult to sort it out than to draw a proper talisman."

Xia Chuan's eyes lit up after hearing Zhao Yan's words.

"So, it's just that there are some difficulties?"

Xia Chuan bowed to Zhao Yan and said, "Thank you for your guidance, teacher. I have made some progress."

Zhao Yan was taken aback.

He wanted to use this method to show Xia Chuan that this path was impassable; even he couldn't do it, let alone anyone else.

But all that could be seen was Xia Chuan raising his arms and shouting, "Hao Guang!"

Under the shade of a tree not far away, Gao Haoguang and Hai Shan were sitting side by side, one flipping through a book and the other fiddling with a talisman in his hand.

Hearing his senior brother's call, Gao Haoguang looked up, his face full of confusion.

A moment later, the gray, spiky-haired man appeared in front of Xia Chuan:

"Senior brother, why did you call me?"

Xia Chuan briefly explained the situation to him. Senior Zhao Yan said that the path of printing was extremely difficult, even he couldn't do it.

Gao Haoguang raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

Even Senior Zhao Yan couldn't do that?

I'm determined to give it a try!

He picked up the wooden seal from Xia Chuan and dipped it in red sand from the inkstone.

Take a deep breath.

Then, it was heavily imprinted on the talisman paper.

Zhao Yan stood aside, watching the piece of wood fall, shaking his head and chuckling, but did not stop it.

What kind of situation hasn't he seen?

When his magical power becomes disordered, he will naturally...

Just as he was thinking this, he heard Gao Haoguang let out a soft "Eh".

"It's a little different from the strokes, but it's not that difficult, is it?"

Zhao Yan: ? ? ?

He incredulously snatched the talisman paper that Gao Haoguang had printed.

The image of rejuvenation leaps off the paper.

Zhao Yan's hand holding the talisman trembled slightly.

Seeing his reaction, Gao Haoguang smiled and picked up the wooden seal again, dipping it in the inkstone.

Then, another one was printed.

Print another one.

Print another one.

The more you build, the faster and easier it becomes.

The red sand left clear talisman patterns on the talisman paper, each one as precise and complete as the first.

Zhao Yan looked at the countless Rejuvenation Talismans falling from the sky.

It wasn't just one or two, but stacks upon stacks, each one a genuine and usable talisman.

There was only one thought in his mind.

The world of supernatural powers no longer exists?

2020 AD.

Late at night, at the ruins of the Nine Realms Gate.

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked through the ruins.

"Boss, you're not bragging, are you?"

The long-haired girl with her hair tied in a bun looked at the young man in a white suit beside her with a face full of suspicion:

"If our Nine Realms Sect was really that powerful before, why was it wiped out?"

Baili Yuan slowly shook his head. The moonlight shone on his young face, reflecting a pair of deep, unfathomable eyes.

(Bai Liyuan)

"Don't ask, asking too much won't do you any good."

He paused, then let out a long sigh:

"Some things, once you know them, will make you a target."

Shi Guagua shook her head angrily: "I can find out even if you don't tell me."

(Stone melon)

She counted on her fingers, her face full of certainty:

"Back then, it was the people from Sanzhen and Penglai who deliberately led the battlefield toward our sect, which caused such casualties, right?"

Baili Yuan shook his head and chuckled: "Idiot."

"What you can find out, I can definitely let you know."

He stepped over a collapsed stone pillar and added without turning his head:

"However, this statement is not entirely wrong."

He led the girl to a ruin, squatted down, and searched for something among the rubble and dirt.

"I remember it should be around here..."

"Boss, what are you looking for?"

Baili Yuan didn't even look up: "The map left behind by the ancestors."

Shi Guagua was taken aback: "A map?"

Baili Yuan sighed, his tone tinged with helplessness:

"A map that shows exactly where the myriad weaving machines are located."

Otherwise, how could we find it in such a vast area as northern Shaanxi?

"Oh, I see."

Shi Guagua nodded obediently.

Then, she pulled out a scroll from behind her and held it up in front of Baili Yuan:

Is this it?

Baili Yuan: "?"

He stared at the scroll for two seconds, his pupils contracting slightly.

Where did you find it?