Chapter 597: Chapter 279 Layout of God_2

The talisman paper moved forward steadily, prompting Yun Ziliang to slap his thigh in admiration: “A person with immense perception is the most suited to the Dragon Seeking Perception lineage. If it were an ordinary disciple, even with six or seven sticks of incense, it would be impossible to make this talisman paper move so smoothly.”

Though Zhou Xuan had just lit the Dragon Seeking Incense, his extraordinary perception rivaled that of gods, which naturally set him apart.

Lady Hong Guan felt a surge of jealousy; with someone so powerful, how could the fourth stick of incense reveal Dun Jia Incense instead of the Bitter Ghost Incense?

The talisman paper’s movement started slow before quickening. Once Zhou Xuan fully grasped the technique, his perception extended rapidly, and within moments, the talisman paper was sent into the breach of the Tattoo Forbidden Land.

“This Dragon Riding Talisman of mine, it’s all about using small efforts to achieve great results. The small dragon painted in talisman incites the big dragon’s agitation—watch how this four-ounce effort achieves golden outcomes.”

Yun Ziliang had full confidence in his Dragon Riding Talisman, boasting of its effects before it had even triggered the dragon’s force.

…

Peng Town, more like a massive stockade than a town, was covered with stone houses and stilted bamboo buildings, lacking any semblance of a large settlement and primitive as a tribal village.

In front of the town’s largest stilted building, a crowd of Tattooed Clan members encircled the Saint Heir and Saintess.

“Put down Peng Kang, or we won’t be polite!”

“Where did these outsiders come from, meddling in our Ancient Clan’s affairs?”

“Release him!”

The Saint Heir and Saintess were holding a man in their hands, his mouth agape, exhaling misty hot air. His organs had already been ignited by the Dao Yan Fire.

She was here under orders from Daluo Tian to hunt down Ancient Clan members who dared to rebel, and this Peng Kang was spreading stories about the Peach Blossom Dream everywhere.

“The Peach Blossom Ancestor Tree is the ancestor tree of our tattoos! The Three-headed Stone Buddha killed the Tattoo Priest Peng Sheng and enslaved our clan members.”

Peng Kang’s heart burned with raging fire, words flowing from his mouth like a torrential river. Even if he had only one breath left, he was determined to relay everything he had seen in the dream to his clan.

“Look at him! He’s trying to defy the Tattoo Great Ancestor!”

The Saint Heir and Saintess intensified the fire’s force, when suddenly a loud shout erupted from the crowd.

“Put down Peng Kang!”

The ones who arrived were the Copper Coin Priest and the White Deer Priest.

As soon as the two priests appeared, the clan members pleaded with them to stop the cruel actions of the Saint Heir and Saintess.

“Release him.”

The White Deer Priest’s deer skin began to stir, swelling and rippling at its edges, clearly preparing for action.

“Peng Kang wants to defy the Great Ancestor.”

“That is our clan’s private matter. Why would an outsider intervene?”

The Copper Coin Priest spoke sternly.

In past clan uprisings, it was always Peng Hou who acted.

Although Peng Hou’s mastery wasn’t as advanced as the current Saint Heir and Saintess, his status was unique—he was recognized by the Tattooed Clan as the Great Ancestor, as one of “our own.”

When one of “our own” acts against another, the clan members have no complaints.

But when an outsider seeks to harm one of “our own,” no matter how skilled they may be, their actions lack legitimacy in Peng Town.

“The Great Ancestor ordered me to act.” The Saint Heir and Saintess invoked the Great Ancestor’s name.

“Is your surname Peng?”

“No.”

“Is your surname Stone?” the Copper Coin Priest asked again.

“No,” the Saint Heir and Saintess replied.

“If neither, then you’re an outsider. The Great Ancestor, the Great Ancestor—what does it have to do with you? Release him immediately. How Peng Kang is handled is for me to deliberate with the Great Ancestor. In Peng Town, you do not have the authority.”

The Copper Coin Priest’s copper coin tattoos began to emanate from his body, while the surrounding Tattooed Clan members’ tattoos also began to stir restlessly.

The Ancient Clan no longer cultivated the twenty-four divine pictures; instead, they refined tattoos etched upon their own skin.

These tattoos were akin to nurturing an evil ghost within their own bodies, coexisting day and night with the ghost. In combat, they could unleash the ghost upon their enemies.

Seeing the growing tension, the Saint Heir and Saintess calculated their next move. While still maintaining the standoff, they secretly withdrew the flame of the Dao Yan Fire.

Faced with the resolute resistance of an entire clan, the Saint Heir and Saintess lacked confidence. She knew little about the tattooed Ancient Clan but understood one key fact—the Ancient Clan was the most skilled in cultivation.

“Release him!”

The Copper Coin Priest roared again,

and right at that moment, the town was shaken by a tremendous collision.

The Copper Coin Priest turned his head toward the sound and saw a rupture at the edge of town.

“The Forbidden Land has been breached?”

The Copper Coin Priest pointed his staff at a clan member: “Peng Tiancheng, go investigate and see what has happened.”

“Yes.”

Peng Tiancheng accepted the priest’s orders and rushed toward the breach in the Forbidden Land.

When Peng Tiancheng reached the rupture, he saw a talisman flying into the center of the Forbidden Land.

“Where did this talisman come from?”

Peng Tiancheng prepared to activate his tattoo to pursue the talisman,

but to his surprise, the Dragon Riding Talisman swiftly plunged into the earth of the Forbidden Land.

The talisman paper silently disappeared,

and in the Forbidden Land, the roar of a dragon erupted.

The dragon’s roars grew louder, shaking the ground violently. Half the homes in the town collapsed under the tremendous force.

An imperceptible giant dragon rose from the ground, its massive body wreaking havoc at the edge of the Forbidden Land.

Everything unfolded as Yun Ziliang had predicted. He foresaw that while there might not be any laws within the Forbidden Land, the earth beneath would surely give birth to a giant dragon if disturbed by the talisman.

Dragon roars echoed continuously,

its tail whipped, its body collided, and the mist shrouding the Forbidden Land quickly dissipated.

“What’s happening?”

The Copper Coin Priest asked Peng Tiancheng, who ran toward him.

“Priest, a talisman—it merged into the ground and caused this phenomenon.”