Chapter 708: Chapter 205: Greatly Shocking! Could it be a Battle of Magic Between Daoist Priest Fan and the Evil God? (8000-word Chapter, Please Subscribe!)_1

"Is that... is that a handprint?" a young envoy from the Great Yan Dynasty murmured, feeling layers of cold sweat breaking out on his forehead, his throat undulating with gulps, "What kind of powerful existence could leave such a handprint on a mountain?"

He truly couldn’t fathom it.

Because the handprint was so large it left one dumbstruck, spanning five or six zhang in width from left to right, and even more astonishing, it must have been over ten zhang in length from top to bottom.

If such a palm were to fall in the bustling center of a county town, it could probably grind dozens of buildings to dust without much effort.

The resulting shockwave might even blast hundreds of surrounding buildings to smithereens!

Such a scene had already begun to play out in his mind, and he wondered, if he were to find himself in such a place, how many lives would be needed to save his own?

He couldn’t come up with an answer!

"If this was indeed caused by man, which cultivator among us in the Great Yan Dynasty could be so powerful as to accomplish this?" Suddenly, someone voiced such a question, plunging all those present into a dead silence.

After a moment of silence, someone spoke up weakly, "Maybe our Western Conquering General from our dynasty could do it? I’ve heard that the general possesses sky-high cultivation and once slaughtered over a thousand enemies single-handedly."

"I think that not even the Western Conquering General could do it," someone countered, "I’ve heard that after that battle, the general was gravely injured and bedridden for half a year."

"Yes! While it’s true that killing a thousand enemies single-handedly is impressive, causing such destruction still seems too difficult."

"Perhaps, only at our monarch’s level, one could manage to do it, right?"

"Uh... cough cough! His Majesty, he should be capable, right?"

"Is it possible that an Immortal God caused this?"

"Right! I also feel, could it be that some Immortal Gods were fighting with magic here? After all, only the techniques of Immortal Gods could cause such immense destruction, right?"

"Who would the Immortal Gods be fighting with magic? Could it be a battle between two Immortal Gods?"

"There’s a possibility for that too!"

"..."

Listening to the buzzing debate of the youngsters behind him, the elder envoy shook his head, believing these young ones were too impulsive. Facing such a situation, they didn’t even think to observe the details.

At that moment, the elder envoy spoke, "Although I am not sure whether it was a battle between two Immortal Gods, it is clear that one of them fought barehanded, while the other used some kind of weapon."

"Those exaggerated fist and palm impressions must have been made by the one fighting barehanded. Do you see those bizarre cracks? They weren’t formed naturally; they were carved by someone wielding a weapon!"

"Such a weapon might be a sword, or perhaps a blade... and I seem to sense a faintly familiar aura."

The elder envoy narrowed his eyes and commanded, "You few, protect me while I cast a spell!"

When he uttered these words,

Everyone was momentarily stunned.

Protect while casting a spell? Although the place looked terrifying, there didn’t seem to be any enemies around.

What did he need protection for?

Hmm?

Wait a moment!

They seemed to realize something crucial, with one of them even widening their eyes in shock, exclaiming, "Elder, could it be that you intend to use that secret technique?!"

"Correct!" The elder envoy had already seated himself cross-legged on the ground, unconcerned with how dirty it was.

In the next instant, his hands swiftly released eight talismans, which hovered around him, forming a circle.

The elder envoy took a deep breath as mana began to surge within him, his robe fluttering as if moved by an unseen wind.

The others... instinctively took positions around him.

To protect the casting of the elder envoy!

The elder envoy began to chant, his two ruggedly large hands displaying surprising dexterity as he continuously formed different hand seals. His body emitted faintly glowing golden runes, slightly different from those of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

"It’s the Trace Phantom Technique!" a young envoy exclaimed in shock, "I never expected the elder to have mastered this secret technique to such a degree! This technique can trace back the events that have taken place in an area over a certain time period."

"However..." he paused, then continued, "Using this technique requires a significant expenditure of mana. Is it worth it for the elder to use such a technique just to find out what happened?"

"It is worth it!" The elder envoy’s hand movements came to a stop, and he ceased his chant.

The elder continued, "I wish to see if that familiar aura I sense is just my imagination or not."

After finishing this statement, he bellowed, "—Swift as the law!"

With his roar, the eight talismans surrounding him shot skyward.

At that same moment, his vitality withered rapidly, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

The wrinkles on his face deepened considerably.

It was as if using such a technique drained decades or even a century of his life force in an instant.