Su Muqing was curious as he watched Hong You walk toward the Great Spiritual Stele.
He entered the Dao late and did not participate in the battle of the Nine Continent's Human Tribulation, so he could only learn about the past from records and past divine wills. However, this was different from actually participating in the battle, and he could not understand the magical abilities of the combatants, which made him feel regretful.
He and Zhang Yan naturally did not have any experience in discussing Dao, but Xue Dingyuan and Yuwen Hongyang had both experienced the battle of the Three Tribulations, so he asked, "Sect Master Xue, you've interacted a lot with that person. What will be the result of Fellow Daoist Hong You's trip?"
Xue Dingyuan pondered for a while and said, "I don't know how much knowledge Fellow Daoist Hong You has obtained from that person. Sometimes, a little less will make a big difference, but no matter what, that person will not lose."
Su Muqing thought for a while and nodded. That person was the Taishang Daoist Ancestor, so he naturally had to maintain his respect. Not to mention that Hong You could not win, even if he could, he would not dare to.
Yuwen Hongyang's gaze was deep and distant as he said, "Fellow Daoist Hong You is not here to win, but to fight for Dao. Therefore, the result of this trip is not important, and it depends on how much he can gain."
At this moment, Hong You had already walked into the Great Spiritual Stele, and he felt very strange. It was not his spirit or divine will that entered, but his whole body.
This place could not be said to be a world of its own, and it was as if he had signed an agreement with something to be able to enter.
He tried to explore and felt something, but he could not grasp the main point.
However, he did not come here to find the secret of this place. Since he could not find any clues after a glance, he just passed by as an ordinary scenery.
He calmed his mind and felt a mysterious consciousness surging over, attracting him to take a look. He immediately understood that this place was divided into two layers, the inner and outer layer. Standing in his current position, he could not see anything, and only by entering the inner layer could he see the opponent's reflection.
This arrangement was not useless, but it was for the purpose of protecting one's self.
Without this buffer, once one lost to the projection, they would be directly sent out of the great spirit stele. Their magic power and mind would be shaken, and if the cultivator's cultivation was high, it was very likely that the spirit stele itself would be damaged.
He nodded. He could see that if a disciple of the Origin Mirage Gate came here, they could repeatedly train here and fight with their opponents without paying too much of a price. The key point was that even a cultivator like him who had severed his past and future self could bear this treasure, so it was quite extraordinary. It was no wonder that it was listed as the sect's cornerstone treasure.
However, he felt that the Great Spirit Stele should not be limited to just this. There must be many changes that had yet to be revealed, perhaps only the cultivators of the Yuan Mirage Sect knew about it.
Through the consciousness that was transmitted over, he already understood that he still needed to send the memories that he had pieced together earlier into this place in order to appear.
However, he did not do so immediately. This Great Spirit Stele was rumored to be able to reflect any opponent in one's heart. It was difficult to obtain this, so he could first use the image of others to try and understand some of the changes here. Only then would he be able to face that person's reflection in a better state.
However, an opponent that was too powerful was not suitable for him to use it now. It was not that he was afraid, but he was afraid that his spirit would be worn down too much, which would be detrimental to future battles.
Thus, with a thought, a golden-robed Daoist wearing a golden lotus crown appeared. His lips were tightly pursed, and there was a trace of stubbornness in his eyes.
This was a fellow disciple of the Yuan Yang Sect, and his cultivation was also very high. In the Yuan Yang Sect, he did not follow the practice of cultivating together with his dao companion, but instead created his own dao. However, in the end, he did not succeed, and only left behind a scroll before he severed his body and left.
This person could be said to have an extremely profound influence on his path of dao. It was precisely because he saw this trace of possibility that he was able to avoid many detours.
Now that this person's figure appeared in front of him again, he bowed and said, "Fellow, long time no see."
Like a real person, the Daoist bowed back, and there was a trace of joy in his voice as he said, "I could not walk the path, but fellow has walked it. This path is indeed feasible."
At this moment, Hong You found that his cultivation had returned to the Yuanying stage, and he was no different from the Daoist in front of him. He was not surprised at all. He gently raised his hand, and the shape of a sword condensed in his hand. He said, "Fellow, please."
The Daoist's expression also became solemn. He said, "Please."
The two of them had the same cultivation, but their understanding of dao and the use of sword techniques were like heaven and earth. After only a few rounds, the Daoist was already defeated, but he did not feel the slightest bit unwilling. Instead, he looked at Hong You with a smile and said in a gratified tone, "Thank you, fellow, for making up for my regret."
Hong You silently nodded as he watched the Daoist's figure slowly disappear. Although he knew that none of this was real, and it seemed like such an action was meaningless, he was still willing to do it.
At this moment, he understood a little. For someone he was familiar with, if there was no other person's memories to supplement it, he could only use everything he remembered. The Great Spirit Tablet controlled everything here, so for fairness, the two of them had to be at the same level.
Just as this thought flashed through his mind, another tall and dignified cultivator walked out from the crowd.
This was the opponent he had encountered in the Yuhuan Heavens. This person had some skill, and in terms of battle ability, he could be ranked at the top.
This person did not have much of a relationship with him, so he immediately swung his sword at him. After exchanging a few blows seriously, he easily defeated this person.
Although the Daoist was not his match when he fought with him earlier, it was not so easy. He was certain that the Daoist had fully displayed the Daoist's divine abilities here. This undoubtedly meant that he had indeed recovered, and no matter if it was his Fa Li or cultivation, they had all improved.
At his level, even the slightest bit of improvement was difficult. It was precisely because of this that he continuously used battle to train himself, to search for his flaws, and then to make up for them bit by bit.
After fighting two people consecutively, he had tested the changes here. It was indeed as he wished, so he no longer hesitated. With a thought, he sent out the memories he had gathered.
He did not know how much he could piece together, but the person who had provided the memories had either come into contact with that person before, or had personally witnessed their battle. Even if they were not all the same, they should not be far off.
A moment later, the figure of a black-robed Daoist condensed.
Perhaps his memories were not enough, or perhaps the other's level was too high, so he could not clearly see the other's appearance. However, he did not need to do so. It was fine as long as he could ask the other for advice.
At this moment, he subconsciously took a deep breath, and the slightly rippling lake of his heart returned to a flat mirror.
When a Mortal Transformation Cultivator severed their physical body, only their avatar remained, so they naturally did not need to breathe. However, the avatar was a copy of the physical body, so some habits would naturally come with it.
Some would erase it altogether, while others were willing to keep it. Of course, the prerequisite was that it did not affect their own battle. This was done to maintain the human nature of the human heart. Without these, it was no different from the Heartless Path.
He naturally chose to keep these habits, so when his spirit was at a high level, he would naturally continue these habits.
After adjusting himself, the desire to fight rose in his heart. The shadow seemed to have felt it as well. It stood where it was without moving, but a torrent of Qi rose under its feet and pressed towards him!
Hong You instantly felt an endless amount of Qi pressing down on him. There were no changes here, and it was the purest power. It was as if it could crush him the moment it touched him.
He was shocked, and did not dare to block it head on. Instead, he retreated to the outer layer. As he retreated, the Qi also retracted, and then disappeared without a trace.
He could not help but fall into silence.
Of all the cultivators he had seen, there was not one with such strong Qi. Under such powerful Qi, no matter what kind of transformation technique one used, it was useless. If Shen Chong's "Unity and Unity" was a counter to Qi, then this was a counter to Qi in terms of power.
However, this did not mean that there could not be any changes in power. It meant that one could defeat their opponent without these changes. In other words, the opponent's power could not trigger any changes here. By the same logic, Qi also needed to be supported by power. Without enough power, one could not support any changes.
Which of the two was better, at least with his current cultivation, he could not tell.
However, he knew one thing. The person before him was not only powerful in Qi, he had many other techniques as well.
However, if that was the case, no matter how many times he went up, he would be crushed by the Qi. He would not be able to achieve his original goal of asking for advice.
He thought about it and bowed, "I have heard that the Overlord's swordsmanship is great. I hope you can help me."
Then, he waited for a while and walked in again. He carefully triggered his desire to fight.
As if his prayer had come true, this time, the shadow did not directly summon the Qi to greet him. Instead, with a clear cry, a sword light soared up and floated in the air.
Hong You's spirit was lifted. He knew that this person was skilled in swordsmanship. Especially when he visited the Shaoqing Sect, many Shaoqing Shangzhen who had interacted with this person noticed this. It could be said that the path of swordsmanship was the clearest among the many memories.
Hong You was most skilled in swordsmanship. Although the Sword Pellet was different from the Qi Sword, they were both swords in essence. They were only different in terms of direction and transformation.
This kind of contest was exactly what he hoped for.
As if it had sensed his wish, the sword light turned and slashed at him.
This was an extremely sharp sword light. The moment Hong You saw it, he felt as if that clear brilliance had shone into the depths of his mind. What the heart saw was what the spirit saw. Without waiting for him to think, the Yin Yang Swords on his back shook and leaped out of their sheaths in unison, slashing towards that sword light.
However, before his swords and the sword light came into contact, his vision blurred. Then, he realized that he had already retreated to the outer layer. He could not help but feel shocked.
However, this result clearly meant that he had already been defeated in the instant they exchanged blows.
But he had no idea how he had lost.
When he calmed down, he deduced a seemingly impossible answer. The moment he saw the sword light, he had already been killed.
However, this result confused him. He clearly had the protection of the Root Fruit, so why was the outcome decided in an instant?
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