Omniscience is indeed in there.

He's missing a leg bone; without it, he can't revert to human form. He couldn't get the demonic cultivators to come find him before, so this time, he has to come himself.

Who knew that martial arts practitioners would actually come here in a team?

Wan Zhi didn't want to kill anyone, but they wouldn't take a perfectly good path to live; instead, they insisted on barging into the cave where he was imprisoned. Trespassing is extremely impolite, as is trespassing into someone's prison.

Wan Zhi originally intended for them to leave on their own, but he didn't expect them to keep going on and on.

When the Martial Saint makes a move, the earth shakes and mountains tremble.

Wan Zhi slowly emerged from the water, preparing to go and meet them.

Immediately, a slender figure flew out of the cave, saying, "You run into other people's homes to fight and kill. Don't you know that's extremely impolite?"

Wan Zhi leaped out, ready to teach the people below a lesson. However, when he saw the overturned boulder next to him and the words written on it, his expression changed instantly.

"I never expected that Hu Zhongping, that bastard, would try to trick me even in death."

After reading the contents of the boulder, he looked down at the martial arts practitioners who were chasing after him, ready to fight and kill. "Using the killing of others as a cultivation method, how ridiculous is that? You don't really believe it, do you?"

"How could someone as knowledgeable as me possibly be like that?"

He said with a smile, but the smile on his face became more and more stiff and distorted, "Damn it, I'm not pretending anymore!"

He loves killing!

If it weren't for the limitations of his cultivation technique, which required others to kill for it to be effective for his practice, he would have done it himself long ago.

But things are different now.

These people already know his secret, which means they've grasped his weakness. He needs to kill a mere hundred men to ensure his plan doesn't fail.

He opened his third eye and scanned downwards.

The sky was blood red as dark clouds gathered towards Prisoner's Pool. Wan Zhitian opened his Heavenly Eye, unleashing a world-destroying power. His strength far surpassed that of a Martial Saint; even if there were two powerful martial artists at the Martial Saint level, they would be completely suppressed.

Mo Hongyun and Karl's expressions changed drastically, and they both took out their natal magic weapons, preparing to fight to the death.

The two were no match for him. Just at this critical moment, talismans suddenly floated down from the sky. These talismans were completely different from the Thousand-Mile Transmission Talismans and had no effect on martial arts practitioners, but they caused a violent reaction on Wan Zhi.

Everyone, including the two Martial Saints, was stunned to see the mighty number one demonic cultivator afraid of talismans. But now was the perfect moment to attack Wan Zhi, and Mo Hongyun and Karl leaped up to attack him.

Meanwhile, the martial artists on the ground began picking up the talismans scattered around, using various magical artifacts and martial arts techniques to launch them at Wan Zhi. Wan Zhi was burned by the talismans, and black smoke billowed from his entire body.

He was suppressed for tens of thousands of years by the boulder inscribed with the Purifying and Demon-Slaying Talisman. This talisman could cause him far more damage to his body and mind than anything else.

He got scared, so he backed down.

Wan Zhi scattered a cloud of black mist and then made his escape. When the black mist dissipated, the blood-red disaster cloud also vanished.

"Wan Zhi has escaped!"

"Wanzhi has been driven away!"

"Senior Mo and Senior Karl truly deserve to be called Martial Saints; even Wan Zhi was so frightened that he fled in panic..."

The group breathed a heavy sigh of relief, and at the same time, they were more confident in defeating Wan Zhi because of his escape.

It's all thanks to Uncle Karl and Senior Mo?

The raccoon, who had just risked flying into the sky and scattered most of the talismans for free, had just returned with an empty basket when he heard the martial arts practitioners praising the virtues of the Martial Saint.

What are you asking me to do?

Without her raccoon carrying the burden, would you have achieved your current success?

Jia Xitong looked up at Shang Yanting with his bear-like face, and he could even see "helplessness" and "vicissitudes" on his hairy face.

However, ordinary cultivators might think that it was the two Martial Saints who were showing their power, but Karl and Mo Hongyun knew very well who was the one who really drove Karl away this time.

"Did you draw that talisman just now?"

Carl and Mo Hongyun rushed up to Shang Yanting and asked him questions, but one asked about the bear and the other asked about the person.

"Reporting to the two seniors, this Purification and Demon Extermination Talisman was drawn by my son, Xitong."

After Shang Yanting finished speaking, Mo Hongyun looked at the little beast in his hand.

To be honest, ever since he met Yan Qing, he knew that Yan Qing had a small beast, but he had never paid any attention to it. This was because the small beast was really too ordinary, without any special features, and certainly not a famous or rare magical beast.

But... "It can draw symbols?"

"Exactly."

This time, Shang Yanting didn't hide the raccoon anymore. After all, she still needed to continue drawing, and lying would be exposed sooner or later. Besides, with his current abilities, even if the opponent was a Martial Saint, they wouldn't dare to forcibly take his magical beast.

“We had seen the method of drawing the Purifying and Demon-Slaying Talisman in a book before, and Xi Tong spent some time drawing these talismans. I never thought we would actually use them today.”

Who could believe that?

A little monster actually drew tens of thousands of talismans.

"Then what about your Thousand-Mile Transmission Talisman?" Mo Hongyun asked again.

"She drew it too."

Upon hearing this, Shang Yanting slowly said, "Both Xitong and Teacher Tong from Xianlong Peak are extremely skilled at drawing talismans, and Xitong is even better."

A small animal, with nothing of value.

However, a small beast that can draw talismans is extremely rare and precious.

On the way back, Mo Hongyun even looked at the raccoon more often. Not only him, but the others also cast curious glances at it. It was hard to imagine that this unassuming magical beast could actually draw talismans.

Return to the Heavenly Palace

The raccoon laid out the results of its work over the past period, including more than three hundred of the long-awaited transmission talismans that Mo Hongyun had been longing for! With such a large quantity, the transmission talismans suddenly no longer seemed so precious.

No wonder Yan Qing was so generous in giving them away; Mo Hongyun instantly felt that without two or three communication talismans, one couldn't even be considered respectable.

Aside from the transmission talismans, there were still over five thousand purification and exorcism talismans left. That means he used half of the talismans to drive away Wan Zhi. Unfortunately, these talismans couldn't cause him much harm.

The most useful one is still the Winged Talisman.

When the raccoon took out the Winged Talisman, the entire hall erupted in commotion upon hearing its effects. The talisman's other name—"The Enemy and I Will Both Die Talisman"—was no joke.

There is no cultivation technique in the world that can instantly double a person's strength, nor are there many weapons that can allow martial arts practitioners to reach such a level.

Mo Hongyun's eyes lit up instantly as he looked at the raccoon, "How many of these talismans are there?"

There are 17 in total.

There are actually 712 Winged Talismans, but Shang Yanting said that this talisman's power is too strong and sensitive. Saying more would only make people wary.

Following the script given by Shang Yanting, Jia Xitong said, "These kinds of talismans are very difficult to make. It would be considered very good if one out of five hundred could be successful."

---Aside---

Goodnight everyone, see you at 4 AM tomorrow!