Zhang Yu sent his sword-light sweeping in a circle around him, yet it struck nothing. The flying sword returned behind him, trembling faintly there.
But he was certain his senses had not erred. More than that, he believed some Dao technique was at work.
Cultivators of the Upper Layer possessed all manner of fundamental Dao techniques. Someone might presently be watching him from afar, or perhaps they had already arrived nearby, only he could not find them.
Yet so long as he had formed a sense of them, they had to exist.
Especially since that sensation was now growing fainter and fainter. If the other party were withdrawing their Dao technique, it ought to vanish all at once, rather than fade as it was now. This was more like some Dao technique continuing to take effect and exert its influence.
He had a feeling that he had to find this person before the sensation disappeared. Otherwise, he might lose the chance to sense them altogether. No matter when this person appeared beside him in the future, he would be unable to detect them.
He actually had evidence to support this judgment. Origin Xia's operation of its treasure suppressing the Dao had remained at a certain intensity, as if they were still battling an enemy.
This was not quite normal. Those people had just retreated, leaving Origin Xia free to operate their own treasure suppressing the Dao. There was little point in maintaining such pressure—unless someone was still here, and they feared Celestial Xia would use the power of its treasure suppressing the Dao to probe and search.
Origin Xia had indeed made thorough preparations. Even if he harbored suspicions, so long as they gave him no conditions under which to employ his methods, they need not fear exposure.
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