After Daoist Hidden Bell saluted, Daoist Zhengqing calmly returned the gesture and said, "Zhengqing awaits your instruction."
Unlike his opponent, he did not announce his lineage and inheritance. Nominally, he had been cast out by his elders back then, and even after becoming a court executive, he had never seen them again. There was no need to mention it.
Daoist Hidden Bell appeared cold by nature and did not care about such formalities. With a nod, he stepped upon his dharma carriage and unfolded his dao art. Clusters of crystalline flowing light spilled forth from it.
The moment that light emerged, it was like a raging flood pouring forth without end. Daoist Zhengqing likewise opened his own dao art, yet when his dao art met that flowing light, the clear radiance that seemed capable of purifying all things was visibly forced back. It seemed unable even to hold the enemy off for a moment.
This sight made many True Cultivators of Complete Perfection on the Celestial Xia side shudder inwardly. Daoist Zhengqing's dao art had never encountered a true match in head-on battle formations, yet today, not only could it not withstand his opponent, it was instead pressed back.
Daoist Hidden Bell's art was called "True Convergent Transformation." It followed the principles of yin and yang, forward and reverse, and held the wonders of rising, falling, swelling, and returning.
Its defining trait was that when it rose, nothing could stop it; when it fell and gathered back in, it was difficult to drag it to a halt. The might of his dao art lay within each inhalation and exhalation, each rise and fall.
Zhang Yu watched Daoist Hidden Bell. He had seen this man before. When Origin Xia had attacked the Celestial Xia grand formation last time, this man had