Li Mu looked at the mysterious runes in the Flask Space and was speechless. In the main peak's Daoist Palace, the First Seats were also shocked by the Head Teacher's actions.
Hyun Jinko said in disbelief, "Senior Brother Head Teacher, isn't the gap too big? In today's cultivation world, including our Fu-lu School, I've never heard of anyone who could draw a Saint-level Fu-lu …"
Jade Emperor Peak's First Seat Zhengyang Zi said, "The Saint-level rune liquid is too precious. If it's used to draw a Saint-level Fu-lu, you can draw more than ten middle-level or upper-level ones …"
Cangling Peak's First Seat Master Ashen Pine hesitated for a moment and also advised, "In the fourth stage of the trial, the Fu-lu of the same level should be the same. One middle-level Heaven-level and the other Saint-level, isn't it a little unfair?"
Fu-lu School's Head Teacher looked at them with a deep gaze and said, "The middle-level Heaven-level might not be his limit. I want to take a gamble."
They thought for a moment and understood the Head Teacher's meaning.
The person that concealed his identity earlier had already stopped at this level. If Li Mu was able to draw a mid-grade heaven-rank talisman at this level, then he would be the first in the Dao of Talismans trial this time.
People who could draw a middle-level Heaven-level Fu-lu were rare in Fu-lu School. Other than the Head Teacher, the seven First Seats only had less than a ten percent chance of success.
However, although it was rare, it still existed.
However, to draw a Saint-level Fu-lu, one's cultivation had to be in the Upper Realm. In the entire Fu-lu School, only the Head Teacher and the two Grand Elders had this kind of power. Moreover, having the power to draw a talisman did not mean that the talisman would succeed.
The success rate of drawing a Saint-level Fu-lu talisman was less than ten percent. The materials for a Saint-level talisman were extremely precious and could not be wasted.
The materials used to draw a Saint-level Fu-lu could be used to draw more than ten Heaven-level Fu-lu. They would usually choose to use them to create a Heaven-level talisman.
Now, the Head Teacher was giving the materials that he was reluctant to use to a Fourth Realm cultivator?
Although the First Seats were astonished, they didn't say anything.
Based on their understanding of the Sect Leader, if he wasn't certain, he wouldn't take such a risk.
He was willing to gamble with Li Mu this time, perhaps because he had already calculated some clues.
Everyone looked at the image of the Mystic Light Technique with anticipation.
Within the Flask Space, Li Mu had yet to recover from the shock.
No wonder that person failed so quickly. Motherf * cker, was this talisman drawn by a human?
Li Mu even guessed that this Fu-lu was not a middle-grade Heaven-class item, but a high-grade one. It was simply something the Fu-lu School used to make things difficult for people.
Just looking at the runes gave him a headache, not to mention writing runes. Li Mu wanted to give up at the first moment, but he forced himself to hold back.
He could not give up.
The person from before had stopped at this stage. If he gave up, he would only be able to fight to a draw with him. It was still unknown who would emerge victorious in the end.
However, for Li Qing's sake, he had to get this talisman.
Li Mu took a deep breath and endured the dizziness as he looked at the Fu-lu.
...
On the main peak of Mount Baiyun.
Three days had passed.
The crowd in the square gathered and dispersed, then gathered again. At this time, there were only a dozen people standing in the square, looking up at the image in the sky.
"He's been standing there for three days."
"When will it end?"
"If you're not confident, just give up …"
"There's no point in continuing like this …"
In the image, the figure standing on the stone steps, shrouded in clouds and mist, had been standing there for three whole days. This had never happened in the past trials.
Everyone on Mount Baiyun was waiting for him alone.
Below the stone steps, nearly a hundred people sat cross-legged and meditated, occasionally looking up.
Three days was nothing to cultivators.
Those who had not walked the stone steps personally did not know how difficult it was to climb each step. They only had respect for those who could reach the fiftieth step.
The young man standing at the bottom of the stone steps had been looking at Li Mu for three whole days.
There was no anxiety on his face as he looked calmly at Li Mu's back. There was a hint of suspicion in his eyes as he muttered, "It's been three days. What the hell is Xuan Jizi doing …"
According to the rules of the Dao of Talismans trial, a cultivator could stay on every step for a maximum of six hours. If he hadn't started writing talismans after six hours had passed, then he would be directly teleported to the bottom and the trial would be terminated.
However, the junior that he could not see through had been standing on the fifty-sixth step for three whole days.
He could not figure it out. He acknowledged the junior's strength. There was no reason for him to be so careful with a mere Heaven-grade Golden Armor Divine Army Talisman. If he could not draw it, he could not draw it even if he stood there for three years, let alone three days.
If he succeeded, he would have succeeded three days ago. If he failed, he would have failed three days ago. How could he drag it out until today?
Dao Palace of the Main Peak.
Several heads, including the Fu-lu School's headmaster, had not taken a single step out of the palace during these three days.
In the scene shown by the Profound Light Technique, Li Mu was holding a talisman brush and drawing a certain talisman in the air. He had already drawn it a few thousand times.
His face was pale and his aura was weak. His eyes were bloodshot, but his gaze was increasingly confident.
At a certain moment, Li Mu sat down cross-legged and closed his eyes. He threw a few pills into his mouth and began to quickly recover his spirit.
After a quarter of an hour, he stood up again and walked to the table.
There was a talisman paper on the table. This talisman paper was several times larger than an ordinary talisman paper. It was not yellow paper. The talisman paper itself emitted bursts of spiritual energy. It should be made from the wood pulp of some kind of precious tree.
At the corner of the table, there was a jade bowl filled with golden talisman liquid.
For Fu-lu below the Earth Stage, one could use cinnabar to draw talismans. For those above the Earth Stage, one needed a special talisman liquid. This golden talisman liquid emitted a faint fragrance. Li Mu swallowed his saliva and recited the Clear Heart Technique. Only then did he resist the urge to drink it in one gulp.
The higher the level of the Fu-lu, the stronger the spiritual energy contained in the spirit liquid. This bowl of spirit liquid was enough to make his body explode.
After adjusting his state to its peak, Li Mu picked up the talisman brush and prepared to draw talismans.
Because there was only one chance for the trial, he had already practiced the Fu-lu's talisman thousands of times in the past three days. He had already memorized it by heart and would not make a mistake.
As for spiritual energy, he did not know how this talisman brush worked. It could actually draw on the spiritual energy of the Fu-lu School's experts. Li Mu guessed that the one who provided him with the spiritual energy should be one of the heads.
He had never controlled such powerful spiritual energy. It even gave him the illusion that he could fight with the Empress.
He had not contacted the Empress for three days. In this Flask Space, the spiritual snail could not send messages. Moreover, there was a live broadcast of the trial using the Dark Light Technique. Li Mu could not chat with the Empress.
He cast these thoughts aside. After calming down, he began to focus on drawing talismans.
He held the talisman brush, controlled the majestic spiritual energy, and made the first stroke.
In the Taoist Palace, the heads of the peaks were also extremely focused.
In the Dao of Fu-lu, one must acknowledge the existence of talent. Talent was more important than hard work. This was also the common understanding of everyone.
Li Mu's talent in the Dao of Talismans was rare in the world. However, what he was drawing now was a Saint-level Fu-lu. There were originally six levels of Fu-lu. People only knew about the Heaven, Earth, Black, and Yellow, but not the Divine. This was because the last two levels of Fu-lu were rarely seen. The Fu-lu School had Saint-level Fu-lu, but that was left behind by the sect's seniors hundreds of years ago. In these hundreds of years, countless experts in the Fu-lu School had not been able to draw a single Saint-level Fu-lu.
Could this young man in the drawing possibly add a Saint-level Fu-lu to the Fu-lu School?
In the Flask Space, Li Mu was fully focused on drawing.
Although this Fu-lu was complicated, after three days of practice, he was already very familiar with it. He had even developed muscle memory. With his eyes closed and without thinking, he could draw it out instinctively.
Of course, he was not so careless. There was only one chance. If he made a mistake, he would have to fight an extra round with that unidentified young man. His opponent was most likely an old monster. This was Li Mu's only chance …
Li Mu concentrated, seriously writing the runes and carefully controlling his spiritual energy. This was very taxing on his mind. Li Mu's face was pale, and his clothes were soaked in sweat. However, he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
When he reached the last stroke of the last rune, Li Mu held his breath and focused, gently placing the brush down.
The talisman paper was unharmed, the brush was unharmed, and his spiritual energy did not leak out. It was all sealed in the Fu-lu.
Puff …
Li Mu spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground.
This was caused by overdrawing his mind for a long time.
The exhaustion of this Fu-lu on his mind was far beyond his imagination.
His figure flashed, and he fell on the stone steps.
"He's out!"
"He's finally out!"
"He wasn't teleported, he succeeded …"
"Three days, three whole days. What kind of Fu-lu did he draw?"
…
On the main peak's square, below the stone steps, countless people exclaimed. The three days of waiting had finally come to an end.
However, before they could say anything, they seemed to sense something and looked up at the sky.
The White Cloud Mountain was the ancestral court of the Talisman Sect. The weather was as clear as day for hundreds of years, and every day was a beautiful day.
However, today, thick dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky.
The dark clouds gathered at an extremely fast speed. In a few breaths, they occupied the entire sky above everyone's heads. In the dark clouds, lightning snakes danced wildly like giant dragons. Under the dark clouds, whether it was the disciples of White Cloud Mountain or the Trial Takers, they all felt as if a huge rock was pressing down on their hearts, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Everyone's faces were filled with horror. This was a scene they had never seen before in their lives.
Below the stone steps, the young man's expression changed greatly after a short moment of shock. He said in shock, "Heavenly Tribulation, this is the Heavenly Tribulation of a Saint-level Fu-lu. A Saint-level Fu-lu has descended!"
As if realizing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked at Li Mu, who was above the stone steps.
Could it be that he had been drawing a Saint-level Fu-lu for the past three days?
Li Mu sat on the stone steps and looked at the dark clouds in the sky, as well as the lightning dragons that were so thick that they made people tremble. He suddenly had an illusion.
This thing seemed to be coming for him …
If he was struck by this several feet thick lightning, no, even if it was just a graze, he would end up like Zhou Chu, or even worse than Zhou Chu …
Just as this thought appeared in Li Mu's mind, he saw several auras rising into the sky from the main peak. At the same time, the Dao Bell buzzed and flew into the sky. In the blink of an eye, it became hundreds and thousands of times bigger, completely enveloping the entire White Cloud Mountain …
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