Within the Contending Years Dao-world, the middle-aged Daoist sat cross-legged atop a dharma tower. Suddenly, his expression shifted. With a chuckle, he too closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, he was standing amid a sea of clouds and mist. Raising his whisk, he lightly swept the vapors aside, and then saw a young Daoist approaching atop a ritual carriage. He laughed and took the initiative to bow. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, this humble Daoist is Chan Ming. I have been waiting here for you for quite some time."
Zhang Yu glanced at him and returned the salute.
After bowing, Daoist Chan Ming stepped back and turned sideways in invitation. "Fellow Daoist Zhang, please." With that gesture, a towering dharma tower appeared behind him.
Zhang Yu looked up, lightly flicked his sleeve, and ascended alongside him. He saw that the dharma altar was broadly divided into three tiers of steps, with many vacant seats upon them. The higher one went, the fewer empty seats there were.
This was the Divine Void. Other than the Master and people such as himself who had sought their way here from outside, no one else could appear here. It should have been only natural that no one sat in these seats, yet he felt that there ought to have been people sitting there.
The middle-aged Daoist smiled faintly. In the Divine Void Land, any change could theoretically arise. Yet unless it rested upon the foundation of one's own Daoist arts, it was but a castle in the air, a tower of sand that would collapse at a push.
What he was displaying at this moment was precisely the wonder of his own Daoist arts.
Previously, he had found a way to obtain a reflection of divine energy from Daoist Luo, granting him the ability