Zhang Yu gazed at this place where divine presence was anchored. A golden crystal floated there, ringed by circles of spiritual-light threads. Entwined among those threads was a wisp of foreign divine aura. Yet upon closer inspection, that aura seemed more like something this object had captured from outside.
This was another object of reliance, remarkably similar to how Daoist Wei had anchored his divine aura upon that long scroll.
It had been apparent during their recent clash that the man in golden armor had not surpassed the level Daoist Wei had displayed back then, though he was somewhat stronger in raw power.
Yet if the two were compared, Zhang Yu believed that this man would not be Daoist Wei's match in a short battle and might even be suppressed. But if the latter failed to completely subdue him, then he would instead be suppressed in turn. It could only be said that each had a chance of victory.
Still, considering that the crystal could be inherited by another—or perhaps might actively choose someone itself—if it had a reserve candidate, it could continue sending replacements into battle. That was an advantage.
The greatest difference between them was that Daoist Wei possessed his own cultivation and enjoyed greater autonomy. The man who had fought Zhang Yu just now had merely been a vessel for this object. This thing itself was a living being, one that had crossed beyond the Upper Layer; it had merely lent its power across to the vessel's hands.
If ordinary cultivators climbed from low to high in pursuit of power, then here, power was bestowed from high to low. Daoist Wei might yet have some chance of reaching a higher level, but whether this man could advance depended entirely on the limits of this object's own level.