Zhang Yu reasoned that the scene displayed before him had evolved from Yi God's painting. No matter what, it was still only circling within the painting. Yet for a cultivator like him, one who pursued the all-encompassing Dao method, so long as Yi God truly remained within that divine kingdom, he could use the man's miraculous divine power to cast his qi-intent into the realm of reality.
It was like two realms that had originally never communicated with one another. At the instant he beheld it, the edges of those two realms produced a certain overlap.
However, because he could act through the Great Dao Seal, the true situation was even more profound. It was a posture of looking down from on high: wherever my gaze can reach, there my qi can arrive.
Since this divine kingdom lay far from Celestial Xia and posed no immediate threat, he had originally intended to deal with it after settling internal affairs.
But after learning of Origin Xia's threat, internal matters could no longer be handled with a mild, gradual approach. They had to be resolved within half a year.
Seeing Zhang Yu persist, Yi God believed that he must have confidence in this. In any case, failure meant nothing more than the entrusted power within the painting collapsing and dispersing. There would be no real loss; they could simply send another copy when the opportunity arose.
The two proceeded along the broad avenue beneath their feet. From time to time, exquisitely crafted and magnificent vehicles sped down the road. They moved swiftly, yet never collided with anyone, for whenever they came into contact with pedestrians, they automatically turned into phantoms and passed through them. Only upon reaching an empty stretch would they become solid again.
Yi God explained, "Court Executor, these are