"You have drawn a 'Xuanning' divine talisman. Due to a three-percent lack of spiritual resonance, the attempt has failed; your talisman-making ability has improved."
"Xuanning Divine Talisman (Incomplete): 100/100."
"You have learned how to draw the 'Xuanning' divine talisman."
Inside the quiet room, Zhao Xuan’s eyes were slightly swollen, his eyeballs mapped with bloodshot veins. He had drawn the blood of about a hundred people, exhausted half the fire-element spiritual qi in his body, and spent a day and a night continuously crafting the "Xuanning" divine talisman; finally, he had succeeded.
He attempted to craft a finished product. As the final stroke landed, the high-quality white paper holding the talisman suddenly flickered, ripples appearing upon its surface. Zhao Xuan reached out to touch it, but felt only the hard, rough texture of the wooden table—the delicate smoothness of the paper was nowhere to be found. Upon closer inspection, it looked as if the paper were lying on the table, but in reality, it was separated by an invisible layer of space. Zhao Xuan slid his fingertip across it, withdrawing the spiritual qi connected to his own essence, and instantly felt the smoothness of the paper. When he injected his spiritual qi once more, it turned coarse again.
Chapter 125