I drew a sharp breath without warning. I had thought I could suppress Ren Zhi's swordsmanship, yet at this moment I had lost the initiative. The might of that one sword strike instantly changed my mindset in battle! No matter how much I looked down on his character, I should never have underestimated his strength. After all, he had once been the strongest in the Lower Realm. If it were merely three kinds of orthodox inheritances, there were many people in the world who could possess them. Even if one cultivated all three paths of Dao, Buddhism, and demonhood, that did not necessarily mean one could reach the very pinnacle. After all, Quan Chanyu also cultivated all three, yet she was still far from invincible.
Looking back, Ren Zhi had come from Beyond the Mountain and had been its leader decades ago. Beyond the Mountain cultivated a hodgepodge of powers, from demonic qi to immortal qi and then Buddhist teachings—nothing was excluded. Its immortal cultivators, in particular, had never adhered to the mindset of cultivating only one path. Everyone believed that more was better, and that one should cultivate as much as possible. That was why the North Pole Immortal Sect had been labeled a demonic sect.
Within Beyond the Mountain, Ren Zhi could be counted among the outstanding ones. Now I had also gained a slight understanding of what it meant to cultivate Dao, Buddhism, and demonhood simultaneously. Demons overcame Dao, Buddhism overcame demons, and Dao overcame Buddhism—the three arts countered one another. Combined with Ren Zhi's incomparably rich battle experience, when he saw me use demonic swordsmanship, he employed Buddhist divine abilities to deal with me. He truly was as cunning as a fox.
Knowing that I was completely countered, I could not simply refuse to evade. Thus,