Zhang Yu listened to Daoist Fu Xiang and asked, "May I ask, Venerable Fu Xiang, where does this plan still fall short?"
Daoist Fu Xiang replied with approval in his voice, "The method Qing Xuan has undertaken is indeed feasible—spectacular beyond compare, and bold beyond measure. Even I, Fu Xiang, cannot help but admire it. Yet there are still flaws within it.
"For instance, if one relies on the power of the High One, that power comes from an even higher layer. It is not something people like us can fully command, nor can we know all its changes. Should the slightest variation arise when the time comes, what then?
"Even if Qing Xuan's arrangements are flawless and leave no trace, so that nothing goes wrong in the short term, once such mighty power remains in the world for too long, variables may eventually leak out. It would be all too easy for those Five to notice, and then it would be difficult to proceed."
Zhang Yu agreed with this assessment. Though what he was doing was concealed, traces could ultimately still be followed. It was fine now that he had only just begun; the Five Controllers would not immediately detect it. But once his actions spread wider, or the accumulated power reached a certain threshold, there was a great chance that the Five Controllers would discover it.
He had in fact given this some thought and made certain preparations. Moreover, one could not halt merely because danger lay ahead. Even the Five Controllers could not say whether they would reach the end, and he was no exception. This concerned a struggle of the Dao, one that allowed not the slightest retreat. Every possible means had to be exhausted to resolve the problem.
But since Daoist Fu Xiang had raised