Feng Feiyun and the purple figure in his embrace felt great pressure.

Though the divine garments stopped the majority of the brunt, he still felt as if his back had just been struck by a hammer. This move would have killed him if he wasn’t at the first level of Nirvana.

“Leave it to me.” A pleasant voice sounded in front of him.

The purple figure shrouded by fog stretched out her jade-like hands and revealed a circular talisman.

She placed it on Feiyun’s back; it released tiny strands of light and wrapped the two of them like a cocoon.

“A Heaven’s Emergence talisman.” Feiyun was surprised. This talisman was created by a Heaven’s Emergence cultivator and had a strand of their power imprinted. This made it quite precious.

Only the ancestors at the Meng might have one and would...