855 A Familiar Friend In A Cultivation World

"Kacha!" The Sage Dao Talisman in Mo Wuji's sea of consciousness released a crisp sound. It felt as though a flood dam had burst as the various kinds of talisman runes surged into Mo Wuji’s sea of consciousness.

An empty silver-grey space appeared within Mo Wuji's mind. MonWuji knew that he had refined the first layer of seals of the Sage Dao Talisman. With a flash, Mo Wuji appeared within this space.

Mo Wuji had entered the Sage Dao Talisman before; this was his second visit. When he first came, this space was filled with boundless spatial distortions; Mo Wuji knew that those spatial distortions were due to that Fu Jiujiang. Standing at the Sage Dao Talisman's first layer, he didn't feel any sort of spatial distortion. At the same time, he didn't see any talismans floating around, not even the lowest grade one.