Under the watchful eyes of the soldiers, Zhang Yu rose from where he stood and flew toward the stretch of barren red land ahead. They watched his figure gradually recede and vanish beyond the rolling plains.
One soldier could not help asking, "Captain Fang?"
Fang Cai's expression did not change. "I know what I am doing. Mister Tao said he would return, so he certainly will."
Zhang Yu drifted deep into the Red Wasteland. Here, there was nothing but red soil that looked as though it had been corroded. Every living creature and plant had long since rotted away, forming a red mist overhead that ordinary eyes could scarcely perceive. Any incoming spiritual force would be corroded and dissolved the moment it drew near.
Even a person of the highest cultivation would find it difficult to see clearly what was happening here unless they deliberately observed from close by.
This was precisely the place for him to act.
He slowly descended from the sky and landed upon the ground. Walking forward alone, he deliberately suppressed his cultivation, leaving deep footprints across the desolate earth.
After reading those Dao volumes, although he had yet to understand every Dao method of this world, he had grasped its general framework.
He now had considerable confidence in bringing his idea to fruition.
Though he was pursuing the completeness of the Dao through the "higher method," he was using True Law to seek his higher self. Yet what he cultivated was originally the Profound Method. The path of True Law could only serve as a reference; if he wished to truly attain it, he still had to carve out his own path.
Therefore...
He stood upon the earth and raised his head toward the heavens. With a thought, an endless curtain of light rose up,