A bizarre, ever-shifting Blood Talisman, seemingly containing all the forms in existence, slowly condensed and began to emit a heart-pounding pulse.
"Is this… the legacy of the Ten Thousand Forms Resentful Demon Monarch?"
Ming Zhan shot to his feet.
"Damn it, is he actually going to make a comeback?" Sun Miao cried out.
The Ten Thousand Forms Blood Talisman transformed into a streak of light and slammed into the Demon Stele.
The Demon Stele erupted with an unprecedented, blinding crimson light as its patterns flared wildly!
Six Patterns, Seven Patterns, Eight Patterns…
The crimson light finally solidified, revealing nine distinct, brilliantly glowing patterns!
"Qin Xuan, Purgatory Level Sword Talisman, Ten Thousand Forms, Nine Patterns!"
Ming Zhan's voice trembled slightly, now tinged with solemn gravity.
"Qin Xuan actually took first place?"
"What kind of bullshit luck does this kid have to actually earn the favor of the Ten Thousand Forms Resentful Demon Monarch?"
