Seeing this, Li Ling remained perfectly calm. With a mere sweep of his sleeve, fresh fragrance billowed out like clouds-the formless scent that warded off calamity and dispelled disaster.
The divine ability of the Wondrous Method of Xiyi manifested once more. His figure seemed to retreat into a realm of nothingness, standing apart from the mortal world.
With this move, he evaded the divine lightning. He stood amid the flashes without suffering the slightest injury, even enveloping Yao Lingxian beside him. His effortless composure displayed the full depth of his mastery of the Incense Path.
Li Ying could not help looking slightly astonished.
He had switched to another path not only because the legacy of a Spirit Transformation powerhouse was so enticing, but also because he considered the Incense Path too obscure to be of any great use.
As an unpopular path among the unorthodox arts, still only beginning to flourish, it was hardly surprising that it could serve only as support rather than allow direct combat against other cultivators.
He had no desire to become a mere craftsman or merchant, so he had sought another way.
Yet the divine abilities and transformations Li Ling displayed bore the unmistakable air of a master. The Dao might rise a foot, but the arts rose without limit-those words truly did not deceive.
That thought, however, inevitably stirred his resentment anew.
Even if this path was profound, his mediocre aptitude might never allow him to achieve anything great.
In that case, what was there to yearn for?
A bird-shaped object, seemingly condensed from clouds and mist, appeared in Li Ying's palm. He swept his sleeve and cast it out.
It transformed in midair, instantly becoming a lifelike giant roc.
Its wings spanned more than a hundred feet. It crossed the sea of flames