When Zhang Yu saw him point a finger over, it seemed to contain all manner of profound mysteries. Moreover, he could sense that no matter what he did, so long as he continued forward, he would inevitably be struck by that finger.
If it had merely been an onslaught of magical power, he could have tested it head-on. But numerous curse powers circulated within it, and he had no desire to try such a strange and treacherous art. With a turn of his mind, his figure suddenly vanished from midair.
Lu Xuanhe's finger struck empty air, and he could not help but lose focus for a moment. The countless profound principles immediately receded from his awareness, leaving him unable to grasp even the slightest trace of them.
In preparation for breaking through his realm, he had made many arrangements before coming here. With a slight turn of thought, he understood that the deepening curse arts and the dissolution of the potent medicine had caused his magical power to surge and boil, driving his intent, spirit, and qi to erupt. In that instant, he had touched the gate to the higher realm, which was why he had caught a glimpse of a sliver of the Great Dao's principles.
But he had only seen them; he had not truly comprehended them. Thus, the changes born in his previous attack had merely been a flash of inspiration. Now, as his magical power receded like an ebbing tide, he naturally had no way to use them again.
Yet he was not discouraged, for this proved precisely that the realm was truly not far from him. Perhaps he needed only to take one more slight step upward before crossing into it!
Furthermore, the increase in his magical power was utterly real, without the slightest falsehood.