The Golden-Bodied Daoist stroked the ritual implement before him. Gradually, treasure light bloomed from it, and an indescribable, mysterious profundity wafted forth, flowing into the depths of the firmament.
At first, Pu Lu did not understand what he was doing. But after waiting a while, he suddenly realized—he was trying to establish a connection with the Celestial Track!
He knew that although the Celestial Track was controlled by the various sects, they were said to be unable to fully wield its power. This could be seen from the fact that cultivators of both Origin Xia and Celestial Xia could enter this realm without hindrance, and that the Celestial Track could not truly eradicate those who entered the realm.
And this Golden-Bodied Daoist before him was very likely an Immortal Dynasty immortal. His intention, then, was likely to regain control of this artifact. If he succeeded, setting aside his personal combat strength, judging solely by the power this artifact had displayed in the past, everything existing upon the surface would fall beneath its intimidating might.
Having guessed the other party's intention, Pu Lu did not rush to act.
The pressure from the restrictions outside his body was not easy to deal with. Even with the scripture augmenting his magical power, he still felt himself at a disadvantage. The restrictions contained even more profound transformations, dispersing and dissolving his magical power layer by layer. He felt that even if his strength increased by several more measures, he would still be unable to burst through in one go.
Moreover, he could not be sure whether this man possessed other means. Thus, he could only employ strategy here.
He did not know how this man was linking himself to the Celestial Track, but he knew that establishing such a connection certainly required complete concentration,