The scene of the five people from the Five Elements Dao Sect "conversing" with the clutter on the ground left the sect leaders and elders of various sects marveling in amazement, one after another praising Li Nanzhu's cleverness.
Although Ling Xiao Immortal Venerable's expression remained unpleasant, he did not voice any more sarcasm.
This method was indeed ingenious and completely within the rules, leaving no room for anyone to find fault with it.
However, just as everyone thought the Five Elements Dao Sect would use this object language to gradually crack the Domain of Silence, Li Nanzhu, within the illusion, was not satisfied with just this.
Her gaze once again fell upon the small bundle of blank talisman papers and the two talisman brushes on the ground.
These had been taken from Duan Xianxing's storage bag just moments ago to represent concepts like "records," "information," or "energy" in their object language.
But at this moment, as Li Nanzhu looked at them, a bolder idea flashed through her mind.
'Since they can be taken out and haven't been erased by the rules... what if I use them now?'
When she had tried writing earlier, it was with the intent to use the talisman brush and paper for information transmission, which resulted in their instant annihilation.
But if...
It wasn't about "transmitting information," but rather "creating an object itself"?
She took a deep breath, deciding to take the risk.
She sat cross-legged, spreading a blank talisman paper across her lap. Concentrating her mind and calming her spirit, she pushed aside all stray thoughts. She didn't think of any intent to "transmit information," purely immersing her heart and soul into the act of "drawing a talisman."
The tip of the brush dipped into the cinnabar, and her spiritual energy flowed steadily. She traced the runes, drawing in the spiritual aura of heaven and earth in one continuous motion!
The talisman was completed, its spiritual light flickering slightly—the most ordinary tier 1 dust-cleansing talisman lay quietly on her lap, perfectly intact.
It had not been erased by the rules!
Li Nanzhu's heart skipped a beat, and a brilliant light erupted in her eyes!
As she thought!
The rules here forbade the "direct transmission and recording of information," but they did not forbid the "creation and existence of objects," especially a "finished" talisman that inherently contained a specific function!
The process of drawing a talisman was the creation of a "tool," not the recording of a piece of "information"!
Li Nanzhu did not stop. She immediately took out several more blank talisman papers and began drawing again.
Cleansing heart talismans, spirit-traveling talismans, vajra talismans, fireball talismans, ice spike talismans... one by one, common tier 1 and tier 2 talismans rapidly took shape under her brush. Spiritual light shimmered as they were neatly arranged before her.
Above the high platform, before the water mirror.
When the big shots of the various sects saw Li Nanzhu actually pick up a talisman brush and begin drawing, successfully producing talismans brimming with spiritual light, the entire platform fell into an eerie silence.
Bu Qingwei's hand, which had been stroking his beard, froze in mid-air, his eyes filled with disbelief. "She... she can also draw talismans?! And looking at this technique... it is definitely not the work of a day!"
However, after the praise came even deeper shock and wariness.
Ling Xiao Immortal Venerable's expression shifted uncertainly. "Furthermore, judging by this technique, she is certainly no beginner! The way she starts the stroke, moves her spirit, and finishes the form—it's all perfectly harmonious. She has the air of a master, yet she never showed it before!"
"Her skills as a brush cultivator, a sword cultivator, and her alchemy have already drawn attention. Now she is even this proficient in the Dao of talismans? How old is she?!"
Liu Changhe sucked in a cold breath, his gaze toward Feng Yi filled with disbelief.
Just how many more skills did this Li Nanzhu have hidden away?
After all, to be able to cultivate such a disciple, the foundation and methods of this seemingly low-profile Sect Leader Feng Yi were likely far deeper than they had imagined!
Gong Yang's eyes flickered as he whispered, "She didn't participate in the Talisman Great Competition before; she was clearly hiding her strength. This child's ambitions are not small, and her mind is quite deep."
The other sect leaders and elders also turned their suspicious and uncertain gazes toward Feng Yi.
Feng Yi, however, remained as steady as an old tree, his expression calm as if it were perfectly normal for Li Nanzhu to know how to draw talismans. Only in the depths of his eyes did a flicker of a smile pass, unnoticed by almost everyone.
However, when the crowd clearly saw the grade of the talismans Li Nanzhu was drawing, their tense nerves relaxed slightly.
"Fortunately, they are only ordinary tier 1 and tier 2 talismans," one elder said with a sigh of relief. "Drawing them quickly isn't much. Our sect's Ji Yanzhi and the others wouldn't necessarily be much slower when drawing such low-tier talismans."
"Indeed, low-tier talismans are not difficult to draw. She might simply specialize in this path, and practice has made her perfect."
Inside the illusion, within the Domain of Silence.
Li Nanzhu did not care what kind of waves her display of talisman arts would cause in the outside world. She threw her entire being into how to use this new discovery to break the situation.
She quickly drew over a dozen different types of tier 1 and tier 2 talismans with various functions, categorizing them neatly.
These talismans immediately became a more powerful vocabulary for their object language.
While Zhu Yinxi and the other three continued to piece together clues, Li Nanzhu sank into deeper contemplation alone.
She still held the talisman brush, the sensation of successfully drawing a talisman lingering on her fingertips.
The fact that talismans could be successfully drawn meant that the act of "writing" or "drawing" itself was not forbidden by the rules, as long as it did not form specific, meaningful information intended for transmission.
The rules forbade the result.
And drawing a talisman was, in essence, a guiding of spiritual energy and the construction of an energy structure. As long as it did not constitute a decipherable symbol for direct information transmission, it would not be triggered.
'Eight Principles of Yong... architecture... not forming a specific character...'
Thoughts collided like sparks in Li Nanzhu's mind.
Her path of talismans was rooted in the Eight Principles of Yong, and the various wondrous uses of the Wanxiang Brush were mostly based on the intent of these eight strokes.
She looked down at the warm talisman brush in her hand, then looked up at the surrounding void.
Every time she exerted her full strength, she only struck with a single stroke of the Eight Principles of Yong—Ce, Le, Nu, Ti, Ce, Lüe, Zhuo, or Zhe.
This was because each stroke was already an independent "technique" that contained immense power!
She still remembered how, at the very beginning, she had tried to directly write the complete character for "Yong," but the result was merely a spiritual energy phantom with a hollow structure and no power.
Only when she broke it down and focused on the intent of a single stroke could a true explosive attack be unleashed.
For example, the Ce stroke was like water, while the Le stroke was like a mountain...
'Then what if... I don't seek to attack, nor do I seek the effects of a talisman, but instead seek... the architecture itself?'
Li Nanzhu's breathing quickened slightly. A bolder, crazier idea grew wildly in her heart.
'The Eight Principles of Yong are called so because those eight strokes contain all the basic strokes that constitute characters! With the Eight Principles of Yong as the core, one can combine and evolve the structures of thousands upon thousands of words in the world!'
'The rules of this space forbid characters, language, and records—forbidding all decipherable information transmission. But... does it forbid strokes? Does it forbid an architecture that doesn't constitute a word but is simply a trajectory of energy flow?'
'If I use the strokes of the Eight Principles of Yong here, simply... using its strokes to build a... framework? A pure energy trajectory, one that doesn't carry any specific meaning but can be understood as a convention between us... a framework?'
Li Nanzhu's eyes grew brighter and brighter.
She didn't tell anyone her thoughts through the object language, nor did she even dare to dwell on the thought, fearing the sensitive rules of this space would capture her "intent."
She simply took a deep breath, her gaze becoming incomparably firm.
"Wanxiang Brush!" With a thought, Li Nanzhu directly summoned the Wanxiang Brush.
Without the slightest hesitation, spiritual energy surged within her body and poured into the brush.
A point of pale golden light lit up at the tip of the Wanxiang Brush. She took a deep breath, clearing her mind of stray thoughts until only the empty void before her remained.
Then, she moved.
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