With a single word, Zhang Yu set the dao's workings in motion and suppressed Guan Chaosheng. Yet his mind remained immersed in that lofty, distant place. At this moment, he felt as though he had merged with the Dao, as if he longed to cast his entire being into it.
This feeling somewhat resembled when he had previously witnessed the mysteries revealed by the Clear Vault Aura. He immediately came to a realization: he could not remain immersed here, or he might very well sink into it and never awaken again.
He slowly drew back his mind, and his thoughts returned to the present world.
He could not help but consider that, if he used such a divine ability in the future, he would likely have to undergo this trial every time. Should he fail to hold fast, he might fall into it.
But there was no need to shy away from it. It still had to be used when necessary. When facing a great enemy, the foe before one's eyes was naturally the most important thing. Only after killing the enemy could one consider anything else. At least he would still have the chance to consider it; those who fell in defeat did not even possess that qualification.
Moreover, he had a feeling that this lofty, distant place might be immensely important to his future cultivation. It could not simply be cast aside. Even during his usual cultivation, he ought to seek ways to focus his intent there and gain insight from it.
Yet while he had been in that lofty, distant place just now, he had inexplicably sensed that his strike might not have achieved its full effect. Though the divine aura Guan Chaosheng had displayed outwardly, along with his body in this world, had all been annihilated,