Zhang Yu returned from the corner platform to the Ring Hall in Light Capital where he was staying and settled into meditation, carefully contemplating the inspiration brought by that sword strike.
If he was to face the Upper Self next, every increment in combat capability mattered. He had previously focused on transformations of the Dao techniques, but if Sever All Absolutes could be improved even a little, the aid it offered would undoubtedly be immense.
There was also the matter of finding the hidden mystery behind the Void Long Scroll's anchor. If it was as he suspected, the help it could provide him would be beyond measure.
As he sat in meditation here, the offensive against Light Capital was swiftly resolved. News of the people from the six sects retreating was naturally conveyed by the people in the city through spiritual messages to the military headquarters of the army at the front.
At the Yang Capital front, the two armies remained locked in a stalemate. Over the past few days, as Creation Sunstars were pushed forward one after another from the rear, the spiritual power of the White Ancient Bat hovering in midair had been greatly strengthened, and it poured down barrages of spiritual force without pause, day and night.
The Hao God below was not to be outdone either, spreading an enormous rainbow of spiritual energy to shield the city region. Yet it clearly lacked offensive capability; defense was its true strength. The two sides were like spear and shield locked in contest, every collision of their powers triggering violent tremors. Yang Capital and its surroundings shook mountains and rocked the earth every day.
Cultivators within Yang Capital would occasionally try to attack the White Ancient Bat with magical implements, but the cultivators on King Xi's side would not