After Lin Xuanxiu immersed his mind in the Heaven-Training Dao Canon, he initially wore a somewhat critical expression. Yet as his consciousness delved deeper, he suddenly froze, his heart filled with shock.
It was not as though he had never watched grand dramas before, but those scenes had always seemed somewhat false to him. Nor did he much enjoy clamorous songs and dances, often dismissing them as miscellaneous noise, gaudy tunes, and decadent music.
Yet at this moment, he felt as if he stood within a scene where reality and illusion were nearly impossible to distinguish. Had he not known clearly that he was still standing where he was, he might have suspected that he had been moved to some unfamiliar sea a hundred years in the past.
Although the several hundred great ships upon the sea could not compare to several thousand battle airships, for some reason, when he saw those Mystic Chaos Cicada Wing Banners, his emotions surged with even greater fervor.
As he stood there staring and watching, Ban Lan likewise entered the Heaven-Training Dao Canon. But the moment he entered the first act of that grand drama, he knew that he had lost this time.
When he continued watching, all that remained was admiration.
The moving picture produced by Eastern Court Prefecture contained the sentiments of countless people, of homeland and nation. Woven through it were many stories worthy of song and tears, stirring to the depths of one's soul. It was for preservation, not destruction; for inheritance, not conquest. This resonated with people far more deeply than mere warfare.
More importantly, this was a grand drama. That meant not only cultivators could watch it—even ordinary people without the Bright-Viewing Seal could view it as well.
On this point alone, he had no possibility of surpassing