"Zhuang Zhou? Butterfly Dance Under Heaven!" Ying nodded faintly.
Ying showed Zhuangzi sufficient respect. The person closest to becoming a sage was bound to be formidable. No one would respond coldly to such a person.
"Could that be Ghost Valley Zi?" Zhuangzi looked toward the black fog covering the mountain peak.
"That's right!" Ying replied directly.
Zhuangzi looked at Ghost Valley Zi, then finally nodded. "It seems you've come for that item as well. Ghost Valley Zi, Ying—you came together. It seems you're determined to obtain it?"
"Determined to obtain it?" A faint smile appeared on Ying's face, one that no one could decipher.
"Please!" Zhuangzi said solemnly.
Ying nodded.
He stepped back with his left foot, slightly turned his body, and extended his right palm. Zhuangzi's movements were extremely slow, yet that slowness seemed perfectly natural. In an instant, the phantom image of a Ten Thousand Zhang Giant Butterfly appeared around him.
Not the slightest trace of aura leaked out, yet no one dared underestimate Zhuangzi's opening stance.
Everyone widened their eyes. This was Zhuangzi, the person closest to becoming a sage, making his move. How many mysteries did it contain?
No one below the Ancient Immortal realm could understand it. Only Ancestral Immortals could see the clues.
In the distance, Zhong Shan focused his gaze. As the Red Phoenix Heavenly Scripture surged into his eyes, the Heavenly Dao reappeared.
Ying had become one with the Heavenly Dao—a pitch-black, overbearing Heavenly Dao. It looked dazzling beyond compare. Zhuangzi, meanwhile, had also become one with the Heavenly Dao. His Heavenly Dao was pure white.
Within the Heavenly Dao, vast amounts of hazy white mist made Zhuangzi appear dreamlike and illusory.
Zhuangzi struck out with one palm, and the white Heavenly Dao seemed to grow thicker along with it.
"What a