The Origin Capital Mysterious Diagram was exceedingly convenient for transposition. Barely half a quarter-hour after Daoist Zhan Kong passed down the order, the disciples of the Origin Capital lineage scattered throughout this vast expanse of void had already gathered.
However, not every cultivator of the Origin Capital Sect was here. Some had long since been brought by Daoist Zhan Kong to Celestial Xia proper.
Over the past few years, these disciples had already half-integrated into Celestial Xia, so there was no need to summon them back now.
Zhang Yu stood atop a high platform, his hands tucked into his sleeves as he gazed at the distant sky.
Within the Mysterious Diagram, the scenery was exquisite and magnificent in a thousand ways. Ordinary people could see only its outward appearance, but in his eyes, every object within the diagram contained a unique mystery. Like this treasure that suppressed the Way itself, that mystery was constantly shifting and changing.
The last time he came here, he had only managed a hurried glance. Though he had seen some things, it had been as if through a thin veil of mist, leaving him with only vague impressions. Now that his cultivation had advanced, his feelings were entirely different. He could faintly discern the transformations of the mystery within.
Moreover, it was not difficult for him to tell that, unless one possessed exceptionally superior aptitude, the cultivation methods of the Origin Capital Sect could not be separated from this world. By residing here, one was constantly influenced by the workings of this treasure that suppressed the Way, unconsciously becoming attuned to it.
Yet if one remained within it for too long, it became difficult to see beyond it. In his view, once one became overly attuned to this Mysterious Diagram, one might instead be unable