The light of the Seal of the Great Dao stretched from earth to sky, boundless and limitless, as if the entire visible realm had been wrapped within it. Yet Zhang Yu alone could see it.
He looked up. Upon the Seal of the Great Dao, beyond the "Word Seal," "Eye Seal," and "Fate Seal," there was now another "Opening Seal," though it was still dim.
With a thought, he poured his spiritual essence into it.
Though there was no Mystic Grain in this Dao-Transformed World, nor could he find any object containing currents of source energy, he had cultivated here for more than thirty years. The spiritual essence he had accumulated was already enough to fill this seal.
As his spiritual essence flowed into it, the "Opening Seal" gradually brightened, changing from dim to radiant. At last, it became a blazing light that shone upon him.
In that instant, many intricate and mysterious scenes seemed to enter his mind, only to vanish in a flash. At the same time, numerous overlapping images of himself appeared around him, yet after a moment of daze, they all merged back into one.
He stood where he was, silently sensing the changes brought by this fragmentary seal. He drew in a soft breath and immediately felt a stream of utterly pure and refined qi enter his body. Then he slowly exhaled. Between that breath in and breath out, he suddenly felt the pressure suppressing him lessen.
Because the Dao mechanisms of this Dao-Transformed World differed, it imposed a powerful suppression upon cultivators.
Since this upheaval, cultivators' Dao arts had all progressed slowly. Stagnation was considered fortunate; the Dao arts of most sects had regressed, becoming inferior even to what they had been centuries ago, because many of the past attainments and divine abilities could