In a small room in the northern part of the Changfeng City in the dark of night.  

Shang Xia was listening intently to the situation outside his room. Ensuring that nothing was off, he continued to trace the runes he saw on the Multi World Anchoring Flag.

Several dozen crumpled balls of talisman paper could be seen lying all around the ground below. The light from the candle on his table flickered unsteadily, mirroring the erratic feeling Shang Xia was feeling in his heart. He was starting to get annoyed with each failure.

A formless energy emerged from the tip of Shang Xia’s brush suddenly, tearing the rank two talisman paper to shreds. More than half the completed rune was turned into trash.

Helpless, Shang Xia placed his brush down. He wanted to ball up whatever remained of the talisman paper but paused abruptly as he turned to stare at the flickering candle.

“The heaven and earth qi in the air is fluctuating violently. However, there aren’t any Martial Intent Realm experts or Martial Extermination...