After waiting for a moment, Zhao Xing entered the Hall of All Sages to seek teachings. There were no statues here, only memorial tablets. Their status was somewhat lower than that of the yin gods worshipped individually.
But he was only seeking mid- and low-tier spells, so it did not matter.
Finding a secluded corner, Zhao Xing sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion.
"I have no particular preference. Any school's spells will do. Whichever True Lord is willing to impart their teachings, I will learn from them." Zhao Xing prayed silently.
The thought conveyed only one meaning: he was not picky!
As if hearing Zhao Xing's prayer, a gentle breeze soon drifted over and circled his body.
Zhao Xing involuntarily closed his eyes. This was a sign that the teachings were beginning.
At the same time, among the densely packed memorial tablets in the Hall of All Sages, one bearing the name "True Lord Zheng Lun" began to glow faintly.
"Kill!"
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"
"Neighhh~"
"Enemy attack!"
Dark clouds blanketed the sky, and the gorge was grim and eerie.
Clashing weapons and galloping warhorses filled the air as battle cries shook the heavens.
Zhao Xing found himself in the Line of Sky Gorge, pushing a grain cart. From both sides of the gorge, rolling stones, logs, and volleys of arrows rained down.
Instinctively, Zhao Xing wanted to cast a spell, but he discovered that he seemed incorporeal here.
Arrows passed through his body without leaving so much as a scratch.
So this is a scene for receiving teachings and comprehending the Dao. It seems the True Lord imparting the spell was a Military Sima Nong in life.
When one encountered a battlefield scene during enlightenment, it generally meant that the person had been a Military Sima Nong in life. Or