The auras of the Divine Weapons and Magic Treasures belonging to the demons like Jiu Li and Ao Qin did not come from their owners; they were external objects, and so the rules established by the Primordial Script did not recognize them. They were neither immortal nor divine, and could not pass through the "gate." But the artifact that changed my aura was rooted in the Eight-Nine Arcane Art, with the aura of the Legendary Great Power Brother Xiaotian as its source. It had altered and melded with the inner landscape of my body, allowing me to emit a pure Demon Race aura. The legend went that, unless one paid close attention, even a Legendary Great Power would struggle to see through it.
In other words, I was currently a demon god whose strength had fallen below the Dharmakaya level because of my injuries. My "essence" conformed to the requirements of the Primordial Script. And this restriction, operating on the level of rules, had no sentience. As long as I met its requirements, I could pass; it would not actively analyze why I qualified or whether something was amiss.
He Mu withdrew his gaze, thoughts churning through his mind. He had gained a clear understanding of the matter and realized why he, who was in truth neither immortal nor divine, had been able to pass through the "barrier" established by "a word becomes law."
He could pass, while Jiu Li and the others apparently could not. Did that mean Master's deductions, foresight, and grasp of the Jiu Feng Legacy Mansion far surpassed those of the minor sages like Radiance and North Pole?
They knew that the dangers in this Primordial Wasteland were only around the level of a Demon King, and that the Five Virtues Heaven and Earth Fan was