Zhang Yu glanced upward again. The spiritual vortex above the heavens was still there, showing that although the people of the six sects had been driven back twice in succession, they had not chosen to give up.
That was within expectations. They had made such a grand spectacle precisely to relieve the pressure on Yang Capital's side. Now that their objective had not been achieved, how could they leave so easily? Besides, if the intelligence was correct, this was a joint effort by the six sects. Even for the sake of their own face, they could not possibly stop before exhausting their methods.
But when they came again, it should be different from the previous two times.
This was also a test for him. If the six sects seriously brought out their means and met him head-on, they would not be so easy to deal with.
Yet so long as no cultivator whose Dao cultivation matched his own arrived, defeating him would be impossible.
Compared to those peers who had taken the first step ahead of him, what he lacked was that he had not yet truly found his own Dao method, and there were also deficiencies in the transformations of his Dao method. Such transformations had to be accumulated slowly, while perfecting his Dao method could only wait until after he slew the Upper Self.
Even so, with the achievement of Reality-Illusion Intergrowth, inexhaustible Heartlight Seal power, and the mutual succor of yin and yang, he could not be annihilated by ordinary methods. He was absolutely not comparable to those who had yet to obtain such an achievement.
Back when he contended with Huanyang, Shangchen Sect, and several other sects, a cultivator with Reality-Illusion Intergrowth could often suppress a dozen, even several dozen, fellow cultivators until they had no