Before meeting Rogue Person Tianji, Fang Qianyuan had considered how he should walk his Dao Path in the future.
Severing the Three Corpses and attaining supreme detachment from emotion, merging his own will into the Heavenly Dao, was indeed the route he had calculated to offer the greatest chance of achieving complete mastery of the Heavenly Dao.
But this route came at a steep price. Even with his steadfast Daoheart, he could not help wavering, unable to decide.
A steadfast Daoheart did not mean recklessly pursuing any possible Dao Path one happened to choose.
Rather, it meant rationally analyzing the chances of success and failure, then sparing no effort to proceed, even knowing that the road ahead was rugged and strewn with thorns.
Yet Fang Qianyuan had not even established whether this direction was correct. How could he make up his mind?
Still, his hesitation passed in an instant.
"Do I need a wandering ghost of an ancient cultivator like you to teach me how to explore the road ahead? You're already long dead. Stop coming out to play at gods and ghosts."
Fang Qianyuan looked at him with a cold smile.
"I had no intention of telling you what to do. I merely wished to discuss the Dao with you, fellow Daoist," Rogue Person Tianji said with a rueful smile.
"Enough talk. Let me see just what sort of existence you are!" At a thought from Fang Qianyuan, an invisible chill pierced the barrier between the tangible and intangible, surging toward the figure before him.
When Fang Qianyuan launched his attack, the patrolling Boundless Sect disciples and Mian Mountain Sacred Palace disciplinary officers all shuddered, vaguely sensing that something had happened around them.
What they did not know was that the invisible power of the laws had begun drifting