Yao Zhenjun's sword intent hung high in the air. The Art of Divinity Born from the Sword, "Light-Forcing Turn," illuminated the vault of heaven. Wherever its sword light reached, nothing could escape.
Thanks to the Heaven-Training Dao Canon, even if she had never seen Celestial Xia's various Dao arts before, she knew something of each. With one glance, she saw that what the other party had used was the most commonplace Yin-Yang Change Mechanism.
This technique drew upon the principle of "yin dies, yang is born." When one body died, another came to life. Yet it required some item refined in advance to bear the transfer, so it could also be considered a substitute-death technique.
At the moment it turned from illusion into substance, it stood precisely on the boundary between life and death. Striking it then was useless, for before it became real, it was something neither defined nor born. And once it emerged, so long as new transformed shadows could continue to arise, it would be difficult to kill the opponent completely.
Though she could casually slay every illusory shadow she saw, if killing them was useless and she could not clearly bring about the result herself, it would only wear down her sword intent. Thus, she would rather leave it hanging than let it fall.
Although she still could not find the other party's flaw, she firmly believed that she would eventually uncover it through probing exchanges.
Daoist Feng had tested that sword strike just now. He reckoned that he had methods to counter it, but that was not his trouble. The sword light seemed able to travel back and forth through escape, while its wielder stood within the great formation, leaving him nowhere to strike. He wished to return and make preparations before coming again, but