Yingying sighed inwardly. "Scholar has an obsession with seal arts, a craving for something forever out of reach. It coils around him; even after seeing reality for what it is, he remains stubbornly lost in it."
Su Yun's talent in the sword dao was unrivaled, yet he had always been keen on cultivating seal arts. Back in Great Qin, he had already been obsessed with studying every kind of seal art.
Later, he learned several Immortal Dao seal arts from the Old Divine King's expedition notes, and from then on, there was no stopping him.
However, his seal arts mostly focused on borrowing the power of Immortal Dao Supreme Treasures and seldom touched upon the essence of seal arts.
If he had not encountered Fang Zhuzhi, he would never have realized just how poor his accomplishments in seal arts truly were.
Even now, Su Yun had yet to cultivate a Dao Flower of seal arts. One could say he had achieved nothing at all. Yet his obsession only ran deeper.
Half a day later, Su Yun arrived at the Thirty-second Heaven. There, he saw a shattered bright mirror, fragments of every shape scattered through the air and reflecting different colors.
Su Yun passed by with Yingying, Biluo, and the others. When he suddenly glanced over, they could not help stopping in their tracks.
Their figures appeared in those mirror fragments, but in each person's eyes, they saw only themselves and no one else.
The people in the mirrors seemed to have returned to pivotal moments in their lives. Biluo saw himself as a youth again, making an important choice: should he enter the imperial court as an official, or remain in his master's sect to study Daoist Magic and Divine Abilities?
"Entering the court is certainly good, but Daoist Magic