The jade slips on the desk gradually piled up. One scroll was turned over, and another spread open. Zhang Yu watched intently. What he was reading now were all battle records of cultivators from the past who had attained the fruition of coexistence between reality and illusion.
Yet every jade slip with verifiable records came from the era of Ancient Xia. After this age began, there were almost no accounts concerning such cultivators.
There was naturally a reason for this. The few times such cultivators had acted, they had not faced opponents of the same level. They could almost always suppress their enemies with sheer magical power, so there had been no need to record them in the Dao registers. The events themselves were merely noted in brief and then passed over in a single stroke.
Still, it gave him something to use as a reference. Such records could not be found in the Guardian of Rectitude Palace.
This was perfectly normal, in truth. Of those capable of cultivating such fruition, which one would remain in the Guardian of Rectitude Palace to serve as a guardian of rectitude? Especially in earlier times, when even the position and title of guardian of rectitude could be taken away at any moment. But once one reached the realm where reality and illusion gave birth to one another, even without sufficient merit, so long as one's Dao intent accorded with the Profound Court, one would certainly receive a certain degree of courtesy, along with cultivation achievements and a title to match.
Yet as he read through them, he discovered a rather strange phenomenon. All accounts of such cultivators referred to them by false names or alternate appellations, rather than Daoist titles or true names. This did not seem like avoiding the names of the