Returning Daoist Arts

The crystal world stretched in boundless splendor. Clusters of seven-colored rosy light drifted through the air, transforming into winding passageways of exquisite beauty.

Puppet Demon City continued shifting through space. This immense city was like a great warship; as it flew, the currents around it formed streaks of fierce radiant light—the violent auroras created by friction against the heavenly primordial energy of the Vast Cliff Realm.

The world of the Vast Cliff Path was incomparably vast. Whenever He Ping arrived somewhere, he would linger for a while, spending time observing the surroundings, avoiding void traps and other dangers. Sometimes he circulated his dharma power to gather strange crystals; sometimes he captured crystal lifeforms.

One of his purposes in coming here was to obtain the Mars Strange Flower and cultivate the Three Yang Calamity. As he flew along and searched in every direction, he was hoping to discover the whereabouts of this strange flower.

In the past, he would not have needed to go through such trouble. He could simply spread the power of his Primordial Spirit layer upon layer throughout the void, then casually sweep it to probe every movement. However, within the Vast Cliff Realm, the Primordial Spirit's power would be reflected away by all manner of crystals, making it markedly less effective.

For that reason, Puppet Demon City was traveling far more slowly than before. Still, He Ping had come here to explore, so he had no need to care about the time spent...

Roar...!

A beast's roar rang out from a crystal continent somewhere nearby. A strange colossal beast, shaped like a crocodile but with insect-like lower limbs, was being besieged by several thousand shapeshifting puppets.

These shapeshifting puppets had all been refined from local crystals. He Ping's Puppet Demon City was an enormous production base—throw any