Liu Shangzhen had just witnessed every means Zhang Yu had used to slay his fellow cultivators, so he was extremely careful to restrain his aura, not allowing even the slightest trace to leak out. He did not reveal even a hint of hostility.
He believed that this time, he could conceal himself and lie dormant. He did not expect Zhang Yu to remain unable to discover him forever; he merely needed to stall for a while.
Ling Lingzi had said that another treasure would arrive shortly. When that time came, would it not still be handed over to him to command?
Though having his authority over the treasure seized away filled him with bitter resentment and made him lose face, he knew how to read the situation and did not show the slightest grudge. Falling out with Ling Lingzi now was unwise. Some debts could be settled slowly in the future.
But just as he used a Dao technique to hide himself within a patch of nothingness, a clear, limpid radiance shone down from the sky. Within that pure light, no filth or external taint could exist; it could contain no foreign thing. And within it appeared a phantom utterly out of place amid the light.
When Liu Shangzhen was illuminated by the radiance, he immediately felt his aura clash against the boundary wall of that voidified realm. If he continued hiding, he would inevitably be dissolved away by the clear light. Forced into a corner, he emerged from his hiding place in utmost disarray.
That clear light had been unleashed from the rear by Daoist Zhengqing. Once his fundamental Dao technique spread forth, it permitted no impure filth apart from himself to exist, instantly leaving Liu Shangzhen nowhere to hide. The timing had also been impeccable: precisely when Liu