One Person: I, the Dragon Tiger Stall King! I Won!

She had just finished writing the last line, the tip of her pen pausing, the ink still wet:

”Cui Wujiu is gone, but his obsession has not dissipated. It has become the pulse of the earth, called ’Remember’.”

She looked up at the night sky, the galaxy surging, as if the entire firmament was responding to some kind of Awakening.

She suddenly smiled, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes: ”So the spark was never bestowed by anyone... It was us, a handful of ash, a single sentence, a night we refused to close our eyes, saved up.”

Meanwhile, at the summit of Mount Longhu.

The ”Decree of Incense Flow Return” was condensing into golden text on the Jade Slip.

The three Elders held the brush themselves, their hands trembling slightly.

When the last stroke fell, the Talisman array of the entire Tianshi Mansion hummed and trembled, and the sealing power of three hundred years melted away like ice and snow.

The content of the decree shook the world:

- Dissolve the Incense Department and the Power Of Will Audit Institute;

- Open the teaching of basic Talismans to the public;

- Recognize all spontaneously formed ”Spark Legacies” as legitimate branches of the Daoist tradition;

- Establish the ”Ten Thousand People Talisman Examination,” where anyone who has the will can learn the arts.

A small line of text at the end, unsigned, yet appeared like a brand:

”The Dao is not in the scriptures, but in every handful of ash that carries body heat.”

At the very moment the decree turned into light, ascended to the sky, and sent messages in all directions—

At the foot of Mount Longhu, the stream gurgled.

Zhang Xuanyi sat cross-legged on a bluestone, fishing with his back to the mountains.

The bamboo rod was old, the fishing line as thin as a hair, and the float was tied with half a piece of charred Talisman paper.

Suddenly, the float ignited without warning.

The flame was deep blue, not hot, but instead exuded a familiar aura—like the moment the System notification sounded when the Myriad Laws Street Stall was first activated.

A few small lines of text appeared in the fire, incomparably clear:

[System Rank: Top Tier]

[Unlock Innate Treasure Permission]

[New Task Issued: Let the people of the world light themselves up]

Zhang Xuanyi stared at that line of text for a full three seconds.

Then he grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, and casually tossed the fishing rod to the side of the stream, startling a few silver scales into jumping wildly.

”This is just the beginning.” He muttered, stood up, and brushed the dust off his Daoist robe.

The night wind blew his robe hem. In the distance, the first ray of morning light was tearing through the clouds.

And the land beneath his feet was still trembling gently—not a sign of disaster, but the fetal movement of a new birth.

Three days later, the ”Decree of Incense Flow Return” was officially implemented, with ten thousand people offering sacrifices to heaven and a hundred cities releasing lanterns.

But no one knew that Zhang Xuanyi had long since left Mount Longhu.

He did not stay to receive the title, nor did he go to witness the grand ceremony.

Instead, he embarked on a journey south alone, following the old path where he once set up his stall to sell Talismans, walking step by step into the misty rain of Jiangnan.

And outside a small village hidden in the mountain mist of Southern Anhui, under an old peach tree, a child was using a charcoal pen to draw something crookedly on yellow paper...