After making a promise, An Jing vanished from sight.
"Wait, um, Master An, this Fuxie and the Heavenly Dao..."
Yu Feng raised a hand, hesitating to speak, but in the end, he said nothing.
He wanted to stop him, but first, he did not know how to begin, and second, he did not quite dare continue speaking with An Jing—one word from the other man had laid bare every last secret he possessed, seeing through him completely at a glance. Spending even one more second with such an existence was an immense pressure.
Yet matters concerning the truth behind his crossing over, Fuxie, the Heavenly Dao of the Dahuang Realm, and the like made him want to ask, even through his fear.
"No wonder he possesses the same Fate Grid as His Majesty the Human Emperor. This Huaixu Realm truly has crouching tigers and hidden dragons..."
But An Jing had already left. Yu Feng took a deep breath. Though his heart remained anxious and unsettled, he still rose to his feet, departed the lonely island, and continued deeper into the Ancestral Dragon Hall along the road of rainbow coral.
On the other side.
Borrowing the power of his Grotto-Heaven, An Jing concealed himself in the depths of the Taixu, stroking his chin as he watched Yu Feng depart.
When ordinary True Persons traveled through the Taixu, they relied on the half-real, half-illusory nature of their Dharma bodies, as well as their Dharma Domains' interference with space and time. Once they stopped, they would be repelled and forced out, naturally leaving traces behind.
But by using the Grotto-Heaven Method to restrain one's Spirit Fiend, one could merge as one with the Taixu itself, leaving almost no trace whatsoever. Unless one possessed a method like the Haotian Mirror, capable of illuminating the