After Zhengqing and the others drifted into Upper Firmament Heaven, he and Wei Guang's group of three each took up a position, shielding all four sides, while Zhengqing himself stood at the very forefront, facing the vast expanse of Upper Firmament Heaven.
Standing in the void, he glanced at Sky-Soaring Plateau and the faint, enormous outline of the Heavenly Branch in the distance. The magical power around him expanded outward like the radiance of a great sun, a limpid clear light without the slightest impurity. Wherever this light passed, the hidden arrays and restrictions within heaven and earth collapsed layer by layer.
At this sight, the Upper Firmament Heaven Profound Venerables maintaining the formations nearby all revealed grave expressions.
Zhengqing had attained the fruition of mutual generation of void and reality, and mutual aid of yin and yang even before Celestial Xia crossed into this world. Now that more than three hundred years had passed, it was difficult to say just how far his cultivation had progressed.
Though they had heard that Zhengqing had once been expelled by Celestial Xia, even if his cultivation remained at its former level, he was not someone they could withstand.
Once Zhengqing Daoist spread out his magical power's spiritual radiance, the strengths and weaknesses of the many formations clearly emerged within his perception. After a moment, he looked toward one direction.
After this investigation, that place alone was the weakest.
A young Daoist sat there. Zhengqing knew every member of Upper Firmament Heaven's older generation, but this one was unfamiliar. He had most likely attained his achievements sometime during these past three hundred years, though he should also have been a cultivator who had crossed into this world together with them.
Zhengqing remained standing where he was, yet a Primordial Spirit had already floated