Daoist Zhengqing charged toward the place where the fierce aura's radiance was strongest in his perception. Countless tiny grains of golden sand surged at him from all around, mutually canceling and dissolving against the Clear Vault Aura protecting him.
Unlike Zhang Yu, he did not possess an Eye Seal and found it difficult to distinguish where the protective barrier was weaker. But he had his own method.
He merged his own magical power with the Clear Vault Aura, causing the latter to expand considerably. It was equivalent to using a portion of his magical power to make up for the Clear Vault Aura's losses.
Although this diminished his magical power somewhat, he was a cultivator who had attained the fruition of mutual generation of void and reality, and reciprocal aid between yin and yang. His magical power could be said to flow without end, so he had no need to care about such losses.
Nor did he passively wait for the Clear Vault Aura to be transmitted to him. Instead, he actively drew it into himself. After operating it in this manner, it was as though there was no expenditure at all.
Thus, obtaining the Clear Vault Aura was one matter, while how to wield it was another. After all, this was an object of the Upper Layer. If one's cultivation and realm had not reached a certain level, if one did not understand the Dao and its methods or the mysterious principles and transformations within this aura, then one could only crudely place it around oneself as a shield. There was no question of truly wielding it.
Ying Chong noticed Zhengqing the moment he rushed in. His expression turned grave. He first took up the Azure Spirit Heavenly Branch in his hand and laid down three regions of empty