The Daoist turned his gaze and saw a streak of starlight flying in from the side. Focusing his eyes, he found within it a Mystic Chaos Cicada glittering with brilliant radiance, and his heart could not help but tighten.
Naturally, he understood the significance of a Mystic Chaos Cicada. Yet he immediately realized that this Mystic Chaos Cicada had not been transformed into its present form—it had been born this way.
This Star Cicada appeared incomparably splendid. As it flew over, its wings left behind trails like scattered stardust, while the cicada's body contained astonishing power.
He could sense that this power bore some resemblance to a cultivator's Primordial Spirit, yet it was also somehow not quite the same. He could not help falling into thought.
Not knowing the other party's intentions, he remained exceedingly cautious. He slowly rose from atop the strange bird's skull, blue-green and crimson clouds of mist billowing around him as he assumed a guarded stance.
After the Mystic Chaos Cicada flew close, it did not advance any further. Dazzling light burst from its body, followed by an immense expanse of clear radiance that spread outward, illuminating half the wilderness.
From within the clear light stepped a young Daoist shrouded in jade mist and starlight. He raised his head slightly and glanced at him with eyes that seemed to hold nebulae within them. "Are you Fellow Daoist Bi Ming?"
The Daoist's bewitching eyes narrowed as he slowly said, "I have left Celestial Xia for more than two hundred years. Forgive my poor eyesight, but who might Your Excellency be?"
In his perception, Zhang Yu was utterly unlike an ordinary Daoist cultivator. He resembled those cultivators who had converted to the Turbid Canon in some respects, yet Turbid Canon cultivators possessed obscure and murky auras, whereas this