"Hmm... this Divinatory Symbol..." Li Huowang's brows furrowed slightly as he examined the crack on the skull, comparing it with the Talisman Manual in his hand.
"'Heaven over Heaven, Wind over Heaven, Pursuit over the Mountains'—this was the hexagram Li Huowang had divined."
However, strangely, the book did not explain how to interpret the hexagram. It only instructed him to burn the talisman paper back into ash and swallow it.
Glancing at the waiting County Magistrate Lou, Li Huowang pondered for a moment. He then took out the Fire Sickle from his robes and struck it vigorously against a corner of the Yellow Talisman.
As the Talisman ignited with an eerie green flame, Li Huowang craned his neck, a feeling of discomfort washing over him. He then heard a faint, whispery voice, but when he tried to listen carefully, there was nothing.
The Talisman burned up, but its ashes didn't scatter. Instead, they slowly twisted together, forming the shape of a blackened, shriveled infant.
