The ink-black giant vessel slowly descended from the sky, jointed struts unfolding from both sides of its hull as it came to rest on the open ground before the cavern.
The cabin door spiraled open. As a wisp of clear mist drifted past the entrance, Zhang Yu paced out from within. He wore a Heart-Examining Dao Robe, his whole body suffused with a lustrous glow, with ethereal jade mist trailing after him. He looked like a true immortal.
This was Cao Fangding's first time seeing Zhang Yu. To be honest, Zhang Yu's status as a Profound Rectifier was enough to earn a measure of his respect, but he had not thought much of Zhang Yu himself before this. Cultivators were ultimately judged by their cultivation; without sufficient strength, one could not win the esteem of one's peers.
But now, he was inwardly startled.
He too was a cultivator who had read through the fourth chapter of the book, so it was not hard for him to discern that Zhang Yu's cultivation and attainments stood on the same level as his own. His previous indifference immediately vanished.
Daoist Wan Ming also noticed the changes in Zhang Yu's attainments at once. He had not expected that, after merely a few months apart, this man would have entered the fourth chapter of the book.
After standing stunned for a moment, he felt a surge of excitement. In his view, if there was anyone who could halt the upheaval in the Azure Yang Upper Continent, it could only be Zhang Yu. The higher this man's cultivation, the greater their hope of success.
He strode forward, cupped his hands, and bowed solemnly. "Greetings, Profound Rectifier."
Zhang Yu returned the salute, then looked toward Cao Fangding. "You must be Fellow Daoist Cao?"
Cao Fangding hurriedly raised