After Zhang Yu returned to the Shouzheng Palace, he peeled off the Daoist robe that he was wearing. It then turned into a Daoist amulet that flickered with golden light and floated in the air.
This item was given to him by Xuanting to use when he went to Yuandu. Now that the matter was settled, he was free to wait for Xuanting to deal with it.
After the battle in Yuandu, he had gained quite a lot.
In particular, he had seen quite a few Daoist spells. Although there were some Daoist spells that he did not have the chance to use, since they were given to him to use from the start, he naturally had some understanding of them.
These Daoist spells broadened his horizons and gave him many ideas.
The Daoist spells were different. Some people believed that the more powerful the spell, the better. Some Daoist spells that were proficient in transformations could have the effect of hindering a great power with a small amount of force.
He did not think so. It was just that the Daoist spells that he possessed in the past were mostly used in conjunction with his own battle tactics. Therefore, using them alone was not very special.
However, with a different realm, the choice would be different. At his realm, Daoist spells with great power were something that he had to master. This was because one had to admit that sometimes, these Daoist spells were the most direct and useful. The deterrent force was also much greater than other Daoist spells.
This time, many of the Daoist spells that were given to him by the Daoist spells could be used to determine victory or defeat.
This time, the Daoist spell that left the deepest impression on him was undoubtedly the Daoist spell that was given to him by the Daoist. With a single glance, one could see life and death. No matter how one changed, it would be useless.
If not for the fact that Yuandu Xuantu was a Daoist treasure of a higher level, this Daoist spell would be enough to win. Ren Yinping would not have the chance to make a comeback.
He pondered. Other than the special spell of the Word Seal, he lacked a Daoist spell that could determine the outcome of a battle. This could be considered his current shortcoming. Therefore, he had to find a way to make up for this shortcoming as soon as possible.
According to his understanding, some of the Daoist spells were passed down by their masters. Some were created by themselves. All of these Divine Abilities were compatible with one's body, and all of them were built on one's deep understanding and mastery of Dao. This could be considered as the foundation of a True Cultivator.
This also reminded him that although the upper echelons of Tianxia relied on mystical rations to catch up and even surpass those Shangchen cultivators, cultivators who cultivated for a long time had a better grasp and understanding of Dao. The most direct manifestation of this was the use of divination.
And in the midst of battle, the opponent's divine ability might be even more profound and ever-changing.
On the contrary, Xuanxiu was lacking too much in this aspect. Although Xuan Techniques had existed for a long time, compared to True Techniques, their foundation was still too weak.
However, Xuanxiu was not without his strong points. As long as he had enough Shen Yuan, he could do many things. There were some things that could be obtained from the Imperial Seal.
But he wasn't ready to do that now.
Because what the Imperial Seal gave him was only a summary of his own Dao and knowledge. It wasn't the only path.
Not only that, but as the foundation of his Dao, the Seal of Word, one of the Six Seals of the Great Dao, should have even more tyrannical strength that could be unearthed. The changes here could only be deduced by himself, and not simply obtained from the Imperial Seal.
He felt that he should take some time to sort out his own Dao.
And just as he was pondering over the Dao, the punishment of some cultivators of the Yuandu Sect came down from above Xuanting.
Because Daoist Wang and Qiao Yue participated in the establishment of the sect, they were sentenced to a hundred years of confinement. But because they didn't injure anyone in the process, they were given a choice. If they came down to fight with Shangchen and participated in the battle, they could make up for their mistakes and reduce their punishment.
The two of them were naturally unwilling to be confined. Confinement wasn't a simple confinement. Instead, it was to throw a cultivator's consciousness into the void and suppress their magic power with talisman seals. During the period of confinement, the cultivator couldn't do anything and could only face the void. This was undoubtedly a painful torture.
Thus, the two of them chose to participate in the battle that might occur.
As for the disciples who followed the crowd, most of them were dealt with leniently.
After all, Xuanting also understood that if an upper realm cultivator forced the lower realm cultivators to do something, the lower realm cultivators wouldn't be able to resist.
Amongst these people, people like Di Ming, Qi Weiyang, and the others were confined for a year, whereas, some others were sentenced to guard the Border Continent for a few months to a year, whereas, some ordinary disciples who were merely following orders were directly pardoned.
And where there was punishment, there would be reward.
In this incident, all of the court officials contributed, but in the end, it was all done by Zhang Yu. But regarding how to reward Zhang Yu, the court officials discussed once, but they couldn't come up with an accurate conclusion. This was mainly because of Zhang Yu's dual status. Many of the court officials had different opinions.
In the end, one of the court officials suggested that this matter could be discussed later. This was because the battle in Yuandu could be seen as a part of the confrontation with Shangchen. There would definitely be more battles in the future. They could first reward Zhang Yu with some Xuan rations, and after the entire battle ended, they could discuss his merits together.
This suggestion was approved. After all, in the past, when there were battles, merits would be discussed after the battle. There was also a precedent for this. After the decision was made, the court first ordered Ming Zhou to bring the Xuan rations to Shouzheng Palace to be rewarded, and the rest would be discussed after the battle.
Three days later, in a certain wasteland, an oval-shaped shadow appeared in the sky. Then, with a flash of golden light, a figure landed on the ground.
Liao Ling looked up. As the shadow retreated, the sky regained its brightness. He breathed a sigh of relief. He finally got out. Although he was only trapped in Yuandu Sect for a few days, he was still worried that the things he left behind would be damaged.
Compared to his fellow disciples under Master Xun, he was a person who didn't have a sense of existence. His cultivation was relatively weak, and he didn't like to interact with others. He wasn't a loner, but he didn't feel any resonance with his fellow disciples.
Compared to cultivating, he actually preferred to polish sculptures.
On this path, he had shown a certain amount of talent since he was young and had received a lot of praise. He still remembered that when he gave a bamboo statue he had carved to a child on the street next door, the child's face revealed a kind of pure happiness.
If it wasn't for his family forcing him to cultivate, he might have started a new life and become a very skilled stonemason.
All these years, he hid in the wasteland alone and carved many beautiful and exquisite stone sculptures. These stone sculptures were like his family. Every time he saw them, he was full of satisfaction.
If it wasn't for the fear of destroying these things, he had no choice but to hold back, and he wouldn't have been so easily caught by the artifact.
He flew up, and after ten breaths, he landed in front of a stone pillar. Beside the stone pillar, a little girl was sitting. She hugged her knees as if she was asleep, and a small dog was lying on the side, protecting its master.
But upon closer inspection, these were just two sculptures that could be passed off as real.
After he saw them, he couldn't help but smile.
"Is this what Junior Brother Kuai has been doing all these years?" A voice sounded behind him.
Liao Ling was shocked and turned around. When he saw the person, he couldn't help but be startled. He asked in surprise and doubt, "Is it Senior Brother Kuai? You … why are you here? "
Kuai Jing smiled. "I followed you here."
Liao Ling was surprised. "You were also caught by the sect …" He looked at Kuai Jing's smile and suddenly realized something. He looked up and said, "You were the one who told the sect about us?"
Kuai Jing admitted frankly, "It was me."
Liao Ling's face turned cold. He looked at him and said in a low voice, "I don't care why you did this, but this matter is over. You're not welcome here. Please leave."
Kuai Jing shook his head. "No, Junior Brother, you don't understand."
Liao Ling was confused. "What do you mean?"
Kuai Jing said very seriously, "Junior Brother, we live in a very scary world. Around the wasteland, there are monsters and EsGods everywhere. They have been waiting for me to become weak and then rush over to kill us.
In the past six eras, there are many dangerous things buried, and they can wake up at any time. The Turbid Tide can come at any time and change what we know. In the outer layer, apart from Shangchen and You City, there are countless evil gods staring at us.
There are also many cultivators who are bound by the Laws. They are right beside us. Right now, they are only bound by invisible ropes. But one day, when they realize that these ropes can no longer bind them, it will be a disaster.
There are also those upper realm cultivators. We don't know when those cultivators will have a thought, then we will fall into oblivion and even die. At that time, we won't even have the consciousness to resist … "
At first, Liao Ling was still in a daze, but when he heard the last part, he looked at him as if he was looking at a madman, and said, "Are you joking?"
Kuai Jing said very seriously, "No, I'm not joking. For example, those upper realm cultivators look very peaceful now, but who knows when they will have such thoughts?"
Liao Ling sighed. "Okay, then what do you want?"
Kuai Jing said, "Cultivate, keep cultivating. Only then can we resist these dangers. Since the sect can't protect us, we have to work hard ourselves."
"Cultivate?" Liao Ling said without hesitation, "Sorry senior brother Kuai, you have your thoughts and I have mine. Please go find others, don't come find me."
Kuai Jing shook his head and said, "No, you're my junior brother, I have the responsibility to help you."
Liao Ling wanted to curse. "You're really crazy!"
He felt like he couldn't explain it to this person. He said in annoyance, "Please leave or don't blame me for being impolite." His spiritual power rose but he was afraid of affecting the statue so he restrained it. He didn't want to fight Kuai Jing, he just wanted to scare him.
However, Kuai Jing's expression turned solemn. He pointed with his finger and a circle of light shot towards Liao Ling. The latter immediately stiffened and couldn't move. He shook his head and said, "Junior brother, your magic power is too weak. It's time to cultivate properly."
Liao Ling struggled but couldn't get rid of the light circle. He roared, "What does my cultivation have to do with you? Why do I need you to arrange things for me? "
"Junior brother." Kuai Jing looked at him seriously and said sincerely, "I'm doing this for your own good."
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