I immediately unleashed another barrage of attacks, but the black-robed man was clearly more familiar with manipulating the aura here. After all, he knew this plane better than I did—what cultivation arts could be used here and to what extent its power could be mobilized. Thus, the storm I raised was instantly turned around and neutralized by him, while another gale instead blew me away!
Boom!
I crashed into the mountains. When I climbed back to my feet, the pain throughout my body was still quite intense, and I could not help frowning.
"This is the first time you've been injured here, isn't it? Xia Yitian, don't forget that intervening through Heaven-Seeking also comes at a price. The immortals' pathways are spread throughout the universe through their orthodox lineages, and when immortals spy on Heaven and observe the world's sounds, they must rely on those lineage pathways to carry out such heaven-defying acts. The stronger the orthodox lineage, the greater the area in which it can observe the world's sounds, and the more matters it can influence. Even peering into the future is no problem. But put another way, as long as you are injured here, the pathways on my side will be injured as well, because what is being destroyed is your orthodox lineage pathway. Here, you are merely a connection point to this place. Once you are destroyed here, the strength with which you can intervene again will not be so great." The black-robed man smiled faintly.
I stood up and, sure enough, felt the power of my pathways weaken somewhat. The loss of this orthodox-lineage power felt ominous. I steadied myself and asked, "Can't it recover? If I die here, does that mean my true self will die as well? If that were true, then after destroying