"My Dao is... A'li, watch closely!"
Li Xuanji slightly cupped his hands. He had been about to show off, only to be caught in embarrassment, and hastily glossed it over.
As one who walked the Path of Cautious Cultivation, he still did not dare reveal his Burial River Dao Path openly, fearing that a saint of the River Mother Clan might hear of it.
Then the Eight-Ring behind his head rumbled and shook, releasing wave after wave of vast, surging Burial River Dao intent, as though the roars and mournful cries of ten thousand black-water rivers churned within.
"My Dao is the Fire Saint Dao..."
All five rings behind A'li's head lit up. The void immediately turned crimson, scorching heat spreading through it. Vague ancient phantoms could be seen within, some seated and some walking amid the intent of the fire Dao.
This was a discussion of Dao and contest of methods between fellow disciples. Naturally, they would not fight to the death; they were mainly comparing their attainments and insights into the Great Dao.
Boom!
The Dao intents of the two immediately collided. Black waters roared on one side, crimson surged on the other. At times one gained the upper hand; at times the other temporarily avoided the edge.
A'li had five rings, while Li Xuanji had eight, yet in terms of Dao comprehension, A'li's Fire Saint Dao was slightly superior.
However, Li Xuanji was a cautious old hand of ten thousand years, steady as a mountain. Amid the vast torrent, he defended without a single drop leaking through, showing no sign of defeat.
After a while, A'li felt she could gain no advantage and took the initiative to speak, ending it in a draw.
The Qingyun lineage had watched with great delight and burst into cheers.
"My Past