Under the countless gazes of the crowd, a middle-aged man emerged from the sea of blood. He was wearing a wide robe adorned with ancient runes. The runes seemed alive and were swimming across the fabric of his clothes. 0

There was a golden talisman floating silently in the center of his palm.0

Strangely, the blood mist around him couldn't come close to him as if they were being repelled by some unseen force.0

He was the Talisman God, and he ruled over the Talisman World. He also held the Talisman of Sacrifice, one of the Ten Divine Treasures of the Tianxing Civilization. 0

In a nutshell, he was a powerful figure.0

With his arrival, two of the four main gods had finally arrived.0

Ye Guan stood frozen in mid-air. His skin had cracked open, and blood was seeping out from the fissures. However, his fleshly body absorbed his blood in the blink of an eye—it was a cycle of destruction and regeneration.0

The Talisman God fixed his gaze on the blood-soaked figure of Ye Guan. 0

Without a word, the Talisman of Sacrifice in his palm shot skyward. A moment later, a dazzling beam of light burst forth, and a pillar descended from the heavens...0