After Zhang Yu's incarnation slew Daoist Feng, it returned to his true body. That man had shown nothing noteworthy even before Zhang Yu's incarnation, and was suppressed and killed on the spot.
This had nothing to do with fighting spirit or skill in battle. It was purely a difference in cultivation. Zhang Yu's Dao practice was higher, and he commanded superior methods, so naturally he could easily destroy his opponent.
This was why he had to be so careful not to let the "Upper Self" detect him. For cultivators—especially those with profound cultivation—the higher they climbed, the harder it became to advance. At the superior realm, being ahead by a single thread meant being ahead by a great deal.
For instance, when fighting sects such as Upper Firmament Heaven and Huanyang, having one more or one fewer cultivator who had attained superior fruition could make an enormous difference; it was enough to sway the entire battle.
If the "Upper Self" were a complete self, the strength it could wield should not be comparable to his current power. Yet likewise, the more complete the self became, the slower its progress would be. Thus, he still had a chance to catch up and narrow the gap between them. At present, making up for the shortcomings in the transformations of his Dao methods was one way.
He gathered his thoughts and continued sitting in meditation. Five days later, a servant came to report, "Mr. Tao, Zhu Zonghu requests your presence. He says an envoy from an outer-heaven sect has arrived."
Zhang Yu nodded. "I understand."
He emerged from his seclusion chamber and arrived in the cabin hall. With a turn of thought, streams of light swirled around him, and he was already within the main Ring Hall. He stepped out through the crystal