Zhang Yu concluded his discussion with the various Tingzhi. He entered his own carriage, sat down cross-legged, and took out the two drops of Dust Water.
The water appeared limpid and crystalline, its surface seeming capable of reflecting every thing between Heaven and Earth. He could sense that with but a tug of his will, it would dissolve once more and become something to temper himself with.
But that was all. Though this thing had now fallen into his moment, it did not truly belong to him. Moreover, as it concerned a great power of the Upper Layer, it was improper to keep it at his side. Only by returning it as soon as possible and placing it in Celestial Xia's care could it be considered secure.
After considering this, he summoned a Primordial Spirit cultivator and had him personally carry the item back through the passage between the two realms.
Once this matter had been dealt with, he drew forth the Cicada Cry and Skyshock swords, took them in hand, and brushed them clean with his own qi, intent, and Heartlight Seal.
On the road leading to the upper realm, his Heartlight Seal had been growing by tiny increments. Yet he had ultimately come here in an assumed body, so the swords needed constant tending in order to remain in the state most harmonized with him.
As he wiped them down, he also considered the coming battle. He believed Zhong Tingzhi's earlier judgment had been correct: since Origin Xia had dared issue a challenge, they most likely possessed some means of dealing with him.
Even if that were not the case, they would certainly devise a way to restrict the power of his swordsmanship.
For now, he could not guess what it might be. But even without his swordsmanship,