Daoist Chanming's small banner was not a treasure artifact, yet it was an intrinsic treasure bound to his own mind and spirit. Like the two swords in Zhang Yu's hand, it could be considered a part of himself.
This treasure was made for defense, yet it could ward off every killing tribulation on his behalf. So long as it was a means intended to cut him down, it could block it all.
However, this artifact also had its flaws. In a single battle, it could only be used a limited number of times—perhaps once or twice, perhaps three to five times, or perhaps it would have to be withdrawn after a single use. If that limit was exceeded, then even if it could continue blocking attacks repeatedly for a short time, after too many uses the treasure would be destroyed and could never again be wielded.
But he did not care about that now.
If he could defeat Zhang Yu in this battle, he could use this envoy to cross over to the Upper Layer. If he could not win, then he would surely perish in defeat. Even if this treasure remained, who would be left to use it?
Moreover, he had considered long ago that although this treasure could protect him for a short while, should the battle drag on too long and the treasure break prematurely, he might be placed at a disadvantage. Thus, he had already guided over a Dao technique planted within the Divine Void from Daoist Luo, which could likewise evade the killing stroke of Sever All Absolutes.
What he found regrettable was that he had not obtained from Daoist Luo a reflection of Zhang Yu's fundamental Dao technique. Otherwise, he would have held an even greater advantage today. Yet no affair under heaven could