Hearing the sound of a bell ringing among the clouds, Zhang Yan's gaze flickered slightly. On this Ten Peaks Mountain, at this moment, apart from the four True Masters of the master-disciple lineage and Qi Yuntian, likely only he knew the reason behind it.
Just then, golden light flashed chaotically in the sky, and dozens of token talismans descended at once, falling into the hands of Qi Yuntian, Zhuang Bufan, and other disciples.
One also came toward Zhang Yan. He reached out and caught it. Upon glancing at it, he noticed it was not unfamiliar to him—it was a Dharma Talisman for entering the Floating Heavenly Palace.
A smile appeared on his face. Looking around, he saw that many disciples who had also received this talisman had already broken through the void and departed. He, too, leaped into the air and rose amidst the Tunnel Smoke, heading toward the Floating Heavenly Palace.
