"According to the records, those who attain the divine in martial arts can fly through the skies and burrow into the earth, command fire and control water, capable of anything, and stand against an army of a million.
"After defeating every first-rate expert in the martial world without finding a match, one is called a 'Grandmaster.'"
Judging from Fang Yuan's cultivation, enough to call him the "number one man in Tongzhou," so-called Grandmasters could at most have all nine apertures open.
The descriptions of those divine in martial arts should correspond to the Exterior realm, but without seeing one firsthand, he could not jump to conclusions.
"If you don't want to die, hand over the clues regarding the Imperial Spirit Strategy. This item is fated to be mine."
After struggling for a while, Fang Yuan concluded that the black-robed Daoist before him did not seem to be from the imperial court. Whether or not he could decipher the clues and find the true Imperial Spirit Strategy, he would not enable the court to grow powerful enough to purge the martial world.
After hesitating for a long time, he took a piece of animal hide densely covered in tiny writing from his robes.
When Ouyang Yi saw Xuantian merely wave a hand and make the hide fly into his grasp, he lowered his head and did not dare make a sound.
Even though he had traveled thousands of miles for this very object, he had no desire to offend the black-robed Daoist.
The animal hide recorded fragments of poetry that did not connect from beginning to end and contradicted one another. Xuantian frowned as he read.
No wonder Fang Yuan had possessed it for so long without deciphering it. Other than someone of towering wisdom, no one could likely understand this