One of the divine abilities Zhang Yu had gained after perfecting his Visualization Diagram was called Heaven-Seal Life Passage. It could manifest a Dharma body beyond himself, allowing him to cross a thousand li in a single breath and slay an enemy.
However, this technique required several days of advance preparation to gather momentum, and the Dharma body could exist only for a brief moment. Yet at the instant it struck, it could not only fully reflect all of his own abilities, but its cultivation arts would also be thirty percent more powerful than those of his true body. After one blow, whether it succeeded or failed, it would disperse.
At that same moment, Yu Hang, seated beneath the Dharma altar, seemed to sense something and raised his eyes slightly. Yet he remained seated without moving.
The many cultivators listening to the sermon beneath the altar were all nodding repeatedly.
The Dao arts Huang Menghuan expounded were indeed refreshing. Moreover, he often preached in the outer layer and was thoroughly accustomed to such matters, handling them with perfect ease. Setting aside the Dao arts themselves, his speech had a distinct rhythm, knowing when to tighten and when to relax. Together with his broad, pleasant voice, he made listening to him exceedingly comfortable.
But just then, a strain of ethereal immortal music suddenly drifted over. The sound was beautiful and pleasing, faint at first, as though there and not there. Yet after only a few breaths, it became clear, gradually overwhelming Huang Menghuan's voice atop the Dharma altar.
The cultivators were all astonished. They turned toward the direction of the sound, looking about and quietly questioning one another. Then they felt a powerful wind sweep through. The formation banners planted atop the altar immediately fluttered wildly, and behind them, a vast