The instant Zhang Yu entered the Desolate Ruins, he suddenly felt himself being watched by some gaze. Turning his head, he saw a faint phantom standing there, staring coldly at him. Yet in the blink of an eye, it vanished.
Though it had only appeared for an instant, he could tell that it was a Primordial Spirit Shadow Reflection, and its attitude had seemed decidedly unfriendly. Without the slightest hesitation, he connected with the Azure Yang Wheel through his consciousness, while a ball of purple light enveloped him.
Before long, he saw an immortal-looking Daoist striding through the light from afar.
This arrival, too, was merely a Primordial Spirit Shadow Reflection.
Logically, there was no need to be so cautious when dealing with a cultivator whose cultivation was a whole realm below his own.
Yet Jia Luo had not forgotten that Zhang Yu's position as Profound Rectifier had been bestowed by the Profound Residence. The Profound Court might well have granted him some formidable means. Thus, Jia Luo would rather make such a choice. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, a reflection carrying more than half his magical power should have been enough to deal with an opponent whose cultivation fell short of his own.
Zhang Yu's gaze flickered. He was about to unleash the eager Azure Yang Wheel when Jia Luo suddenly halted. His expression changed slightly as he glanced in a certain direction, then his body fled away like a wisp of smoke and swiftly disappeared.
Zhang Yu was somewhat surprised, but he did not lower his guard. He soon learned why the other party had retreated. A golden streak of escaping light flew in from the horizon and landed nearby. When the radiance dispersed, Daoist Wan Ming stepped out and saluted him. "Greetings, Profound Rectifier."
Zhang Yu raised his