Slaying Demons: Starting with Upgrading my Calligraphy-Chapter 585 - 502: Man Can Triumph Over Heaven!
"[Suppressing Talisman]?"
Within the divine light in Daoist Qingya's hand emerged a [Suppressing Talisman], which took Qi Xiu by surprise.
His [Suppressing Talisman] was not an ordinary talisman script.
It was a divine marvel skill evolved from his mastery.
Even if others imitated the traces of the talisman, they couldn't imbue it with miraculous effects.
Nor could they utilize it.
Thus, seeing Daoist Qingya being able to wield a [Suppressing Talisman] left him quite astonished.
"It's considered a replica of your talisman, with only about fifty percent effectiveness."
With a mild explanation, Daoist Qingya flicked his fingers, and the cyan-gold talisman suddenly flew towards Qi Xiu.
Raising his hand to grasp this talisman, which bore an uncanny resemblance to his [Suppressing Talisman], Qi Xiu slightly felt it.
Indeed, as Daoist Qingya said, although this talisman was similar to his Suppressing Talisman,
the miraculous power contained within was vastly different.
This cyan talisman contained only suppressive power.
It lacked the power to obliterate or defend.
Yet to mimic a talisman to fifty percent effectiveness after just a few days of observation and study, this fat daoist's talisman realm probably surpassed my expectations.
"Could it be that this Suppressing Talisman is the method that allows me to cut off my weaker past and still fully preserve myself?"
With his gaze shifting slightly, Qi Xiu vaguely discerned Daoist Qingya's intentions.
"That's right."
Nodding with a smile, Daoist Qingya came before the past scrolls, lightly tapping his fingers, with wisps of cyan-gold light encircling Qi Xiu's figure on them.
"Your Suppressing Talisman possesses supreme defensive power. If you can bestow it upon each segment of your past self, you can preserve yourself even when the past is obliterated.
However, the past is as numerous as the sands.
The difficulty of blessing each past self with the Suppressing Talisman is imaginable.
And this opportunity comes only once.
If you fail, this chance will slip away,
and you'll have to endure the backlash of interfering with the past without reason.
It could be said to lose the bait along with the fish.
So, how about betting on this?"
After revealing the self-preservation method to Qi Xiu, Daoist Qingya silently watched, handing the choice to Qi Xiu himself.
"I don't gamble."
Glancing at Daoist Qingya, Qi Xiu's response momentarily stunned the fat Daoist, just as he was about to speak, he saw the young daoist already sitting cross-legged.
"Qi Xiu never bets on those elusive possibilities.
If I decide to do it,
then I will definitely succeed."
Upon hearing Qi Xiu's imposing and self-assured reply, a reassuring smile slowly appeared on Daoist Qingya's initially surprised and astounded face.
Good boy, you're becoming more like them.
Bless all past selves...
With legs crossed and sitting, Qi Xiu's gaze remained steady as he observed the swirling segments of the past before him.
These ever-shifting light and shadow scrolls were layer upon layer, countless.
If carefully counted, there might be more than a billion.
After all, his journey through cultivation spanned over a century.
A hundred years of light, every moment counted as the past.
Blessing the Suppressing Talisman upon billions of past selves.
Such a colossal number is enough to deter any cultivator.
Yet having endured an assassination attempt by the Mystic Monarch.
He understood that without Daoist Qingya's sudden appearance, he might have already fallen victim to this unstoppable strange technique, being cut into ashes.
Counting that previous time, this was already his second encounter with a certain-death crisis.
"By cutting off the past, I can thoroughly mend a weakness.
No matter how difficult, I will give it my all!" With eyes bursting with daunting brilliance, Qi Xiu took a deep breath, as a pure, expansive, and domineering aura gradually emanated around him.
In the next moment! 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂
On the past light and shadow scrolls, a Qi Xiu appeared, with extremely obscure gold suppressive talismans emerging, exuding an aura of guarding everything.
With these talismans blessed and sheltered, each of Qi Xiu's past selves emitted a golden outline, suffusing a sense of protection.
"Bless all past selves?
Mere Dao Body Realm, he's basically seeking his own demise, exhausting all his spiritual strength."
The Mystic Monarch's incarnation, locked by the Suppression Talisman Seal Skill, coldly sneered.
Even though he wasn't the true Mystic Monarch, he was still a notion of a divine being in the Primordial Spirit Realm, knowledgeable about many forbidden secrets.
The spiritual burden of any being is limited; unless one attains the Primordial Spirit, with Dao Body Realm cultivation, it's impossible to bless billions of past selves.
This defies reason.
That's why he scoffed, saying Qi Xiu was digging his own grave.
Slightly turning to glance at the speaking Mystic Monarch, Daoist Qingya rubbed a ring on his thumb:
"If you hadn't spoken, I would have almost forgotten about you.
A notion from the Primordial Spirit Realm, although a divine thought, not comparable to my Human Race's thought, is still a rare divine material.
Just not sure how much of this thought will remain after bearing the heavy punishment of the Heavenly Dao and the karma backlash.
Would it be enough to provide a supplement for my young brother."
"You..."
Daoist Qingya's mention at this moment made the Mystic Monarch's incarnation's face sink instantly.
As a dignified Primordial Spirit Realm thought incarnation, all his calculations had come to naught, and in the end, he became someone else's tool.
For this, he also had to endure the heavy punishment of the Heavenly Dao, karma backlash.
Now, this fat daoist still wanted to use him as a supplement for the young daoist.
It was simply an utmost humiliation.
"Speaking of which, it reminds me."
Stepping toward the Mystic Monarch's incarnation, Daoist Qingya's eyes were like two ancient purple seas, rousing mighty waves, overlooking him condescendingly.
