Zhang Yu listened to the Dao teachings for most of the day. Since he had long attained his own understanding and had no intention of accepting the meaning within them, principles that others found profoundly abstruse sounded dull and flavorless to him—he even felt some distaste.
Moreover, from beginning to end, he had never heard Master Yu Hang speak of how the third primality, "All Selves Entire," was to be grasped.
But that made sense. The man had already understood the second primality; if he further comprehended this principle, he presumably would not need to linger in this realm at all and could directly achieve the rank of Profound Venerable.
Generally speaking, expounding the method of the second primality to others was enough. Perhaps, in that man's eyes, this was already an effort to rate those present as highly as possible, for anyone seeking the second primality was an extraordinary person.
At this moment, his mind stirred slightly. The two swords, Cicada Cry and Skyshock, appeared before him. He reached out and grasped one of them, then gently brushed a finger over its spine. At once, the blade beneath his finger gave a soft sword hum.
After Master Yu Hang, it presumably would not be long before Huang Menghuan took the stage to expound the Dao.
Last time, he had intended to let Gao Zhiyin serve as a whetstone for his sword, but that person's strength had truly been ordinary, far from enough to make him draw his blade. This time, however, he could test its edge.
At that moment, on Sunrise Peak, Master Yu Hang had stepped down from the Dharma altar after finishing his discourse.
The crowd first fell silent, then voices of praise and amazement rose one after another. Those who understood could naturally perceive the mysteries