Disregarding the intricate restrictions flowing across the door, he stepped through it as effortlessly as passing through a curtain of water.
The secret chamber was filled with the faint aroma of sandalwood, its spiritual energy so dense it nearly condensed into liquid form.
Without the slightest hesitation, Xu Qing raised his right index finger. A speck of dark light flickered at its tip—tiny as a needle's point yet radiating a destructive aura potent enough to throw the chamber's spiritual energy into disarray, forcing it to recoil.
With a flash, it did not strike the talisman itself but instead disrupted the invisible spiritual field above the chamber. Like a stone cast into still waters, it disturbed the lightning-summoning laws.
"BOOM—CRACK!"
Without warning!
