Chen Cuo suddenly felt nearly every connection between himself and his surroundings turn to nothing. It was as though everything before this had been illusory, false, leaving him without a foothold in an instant!
If this man really is Guang Chengzi, then he must be the Dao Lord of the Cultivation Way. He commands the Dao Intent of casting away falsehood and preserving truth; his understanding of truth and falsehood is beyond imagination! A method that drives out the real and leaves the false is impossible to guard against! But he can only descend through legend, while I am here in the flesh...
Chen Cuo did not panic in the slightest. He reached out and grabbed!
Riiip!
He tore a corner of the nothingness apart, revealing a layer of reality beyond it.
The nothingness all around them was like a curtain drawn over what had originally been real.
At the same time, Chen Cuo said, "Daoist, you just said the Dao must not be stirred lightly, or it will fall from Dao into methods and techniques. Why did you attack the moment you finished speaking? Saying one thing and doing another—isn't that a bit much? With such a double standard, how can anyone trust what you said before?"
Having torn through the nothingness, Chen Cuo held nothing back. He swept his long sleeve, and a breeze rose around them. Yet that wind held a heavy, indifferent quality, like time itself. Wherever it passed, the courtyard buildings and stone slabs crumbled into sand, while the plants withered. Carrying sand and dead leaves, the wind swept toward Guang Chengzi!
"The Dao must not be stirred lightly precisely so it can be used at a critical moment! Besides, this stretch of time is cut off from the outside. Even if the Heavenly Dao