Although Zhen Chanzi was an Ancient Method Cultivator—or rather, a pre-Ancient Method Cultivator—he held no goodwill toward any cultivator on Linghuang Island. On the contrary, he dearly wished for every last one of them to die cleanly.
The reason was simple. This old man had been beaten to death by the Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao ten thousand years ago. He did not even know whether his corpse had fed some demon beast or fallen into the hands of some evil-path cultivator of unknown origin. And every cultivator on Linghuang Island was an affiliate of the Emperor-Grade Heaven-Splitting Dao—either accomplices in the sect-destroying vendetta of ten thousand years ago, or bastards who had stood by and watched Mount Luofu Mystic Clarity Palace be uprooted, weeds and all.
More importantly, he was now, in truth, an affiliate of Wang Qi, a Modern Dharma Cultivator, and had no direct connection to anyone on Linghuang Island.
Therefore, when Qiushui Daoren pushed the Daluo Hundiantianjing to the final hurdle before attaining Xiaoyao, he let out a gleeful, malicious laugh.
Wang Qi was still inexperienced and naturally knew less about this than Zhen Chanzi. He pondered. "The most important change from Body Integration Realm to Mahayana is the transition from divided consciousness and transformed thoughts to My Dharma is One. One's mind is anchored in one's Dharma body; so long as the laws are not destroyed, the heart of self does not perish. Even if the physical form is scattered, it can instantly recover. So long as some power remains, one can possess another body or attach oneself to a magical artifact—take that ability one step further, and it becomes the immortals' method of 'passing through tribulations,' by which they can endure for ages as long as even a scrap remains. Other than that, the Mahayana Stage