Almost at the same time Zhao Cheng finished offering sacrifices to Heaven and Earth, Liu Guangzheng had also just concluded the morning court in the Divine Capital. In a hurry, he made his way toward Azure Cloud Palace.
Azure Cloud Palace was a palace built in recent years. Its name, Azure Cloud, had been personally bestowed by Liu Guangzheng.
As the saying went: "With a fair wind to lend me strength, it sends me soaring into the azure clouds."
The words "azure clouds" had always signified rising swiftly through the ranks.
But in truth, to Liu Guangzheng, the azure clouds were not important. What mattered was the wind.
East Wind!
Ever since obtaining the blueprints for the East Wind Missile that day—even if they were a stripped-down version—Liu Guangzheng had made up his mind to build the thing.
Indeed, reports from the recent war in Qing Province had reached his hands: Zhao Cheng's ten-foot Steel Qi had shattered bullets and deflected cannon shells. Such methods were undoubtedly beyond human. After all, if Daoists in ancient times had possessed such power—even if only Yellow Heaven Daoist alone had been this formidable—then the Daoists would likely have changed dynasties long ago.
But times had changed. With an opponent like Zhao Cheng, Liu Guangzheng's study of the extraordinary powers of the Daoist and Buddhist lineages had now reached great depth.
Did Zhao Cheng reveal only ten feet of Steel Qi because he did not want to reveal more?!
Absolutely not. It was because he could not.
The earth was heavy and solid. Even if he were a heavenly demon descended into the world, he could not break free from the earth's shackles. In essence, his strength was merely an enhanced version of Daoist mystic arts. Though stronger, it was not so strong that