Seeing that Daoist Long had already been cowed into submission, Zhang Yu summoned with a thought. Behind him, the Mystic Chaos Cicada's twin wings, like a dazzling river of stars, folded shut, and the radiance filling the sky immediately withdrew. It transformed once more into a star cicada the size of a fist, incomparably splendid to behold. It wheeled through the air once before settling again upon his shoulder.
As Dai Xuanzun drifted over, he looked at the upright figure standing amid clear light and auspicious clouds ahead of him, and his feelings could not help but grow complicated.
Just as Zhang Yu had surmised, Dai Xuanzun had indeed seen that the latter was in the midst of breaking through the threshold and had intended to persuade him to switch to the Turbid Canon path, so that Zhang Yu could lend him a hand at a critical moment.
Yet he had not expected Heavenly Unity Heavywater to be protecting Zhang Yu, nor did he know where Zhang Yu had subsequently shifted himself away to.
He had assumed the matter was over. Though things had not gone as he wished, at least the man had escaped. Yet Zhang Yu had now returned after stepping into the upper realm—and the path he had taken was not that of a Turbid Canon cultivator.
This left him deeply doubtful. He guessed that either Zhang Yu had received secret aid from some Turbid Canon cultivator and thereby attained the upper realm, or Zhang Yu had opened a path out of thin air and walked a road no one before him had ever taken.
But the latter possibility was simply too difficult to imagine. Moreover, he was only an incarnation here and could not make an accurate judgment.
Regardless, the other man now stood before him