"Third Young Master, why are Monk Cheng Kong and the other two nowhere to be seen? Could it be that they, too, have a way to avoid this Cloud Mist Longbo?"
Lu Hou'er was genuinely curious. They had only entered a short while after Mu Yi, yet there was not a trace of the others to be seen. Had they already passed this trial, or were they not here at all?
"Mu Yi is hard to say, but Monk Cheng Kong and Yu Daoist could never pass through this array. Even with that kasaya and broadsword protecting them, it would still be impossible."
Third Young Master Bai was extremely certain of this. He had already said that this grand array adapted itself according to the person within it—the stronger the intruder, the stronger it became. Yu Daoist was one thing; though his broadsword had some power, it was nothing especially remarkable. Its chief distinction was its peculiar material, which was connected to Weak Water.
Monk Cheng Kong, however, was entirely different. The palm-leaf manuscript contained matchless energy and the profound truths of Buddhist Dharma. Once unleashed, it would spur this Cloud Mist Grand Array to its ultimate might, recreating the power of Celestials and even Gods and Devils. Monk Cheng Kong's only possible end would be death and the dissipation of his Dao.
After all, when the Great Sui Imperial Advisor had set up this array, he must certainly have considered the possibility of foreign enemies invading. Enemies at their level were, at the very least, Celestials; at the greatest extreme, Gods and Devils. Naturally, the power of the array he laid down was aimed at precisely that level.
Only Mu Yi was an exception. His origins were unfathomable, and his methods strange, carrying the feeling that when fortune arrived,