Once Qing Shuo Daoist settled upon this resolve, his aura surged at once, climbing higher as though it would never cease.
The more steadfast his own will, the more certain he was that what he did was right, the stronger his Daoist arts became accordingly.
And when he was willing to give everything for it, to put it into practice, even at the cost of his own life, that power would rise to an unimaginable height.
That was why, despite his formidable strength, he had not launched a single attack against Zhang Yu throughout their battle. At heart, he had still been inclined to avoid a fight. He had even entertained the thought of making Zhang Yu retreat in the face of difficulty, without having to determine victory or defeat in the end.
Perhaps he was not a seeker of the Dao in the usual sense, but he was a cultivator sincere to himself. As his aura now burst upward, it had already accumulated to its fullest, brimming with vigorous force ready to erupt.
He swung the precious ruler in his hand, revealing a long jade ruler that stretched from heaven to earth. Even Yang Capital and the cultivators of the six sects observing from beyond the heavens could see its form and shadow. He merely tipped it forward and pressed it down before him.
As Bai Wang Daoist was within the formation, much was obscured from him, and he could not see places even somewhat farther away. Yet when his magical power had spread through the entire formation just now, he had not simply been repelling and destroying it. Through those collisions, he had also roughly discerned the workings of the formation here.
Thus, the instant Qing Shuo made his move, he sensed it. He even roughly perceived the