Buzz!
Sudden pressure bore down on the talisman paper, followed by a peculiar sound, as the shaky runes in the air, as if struck by an invisible force, vanished into thin air in an instant.
Phew!
Basil Jaak, whose nerves had been tightly wound, suddenly relaxed, feeling sweat pour down like rain in an instant.
Pfft!
Just as he was staring blankly at the unresponsive talisman paper, it suddenly self-ignited when the assembly of the Talisman Spirit failed, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.
"Alas, all that for nothing..."
The failure to form the Talisman Spirit meant that all his efforts had been in vain, especially the intent and True Qi that had been poured into the paper, along with the cinnabar mixed with herbs.
That evening, Basil Jaak attempted more than a dozen times, but each time the sealing of the Talisman Spirit failed at the critical moment, leaving him wanting to curse in frustration.
