Inside Wuxuan Temple.
Yuyang looked calmly at Zhang Daotan.
At that moment, wish power clung to Zhang Daotan, his face cold as frost. Before Yuyang Daozi made a move, Zhang Daotan had felt that his Dao resonance was exceedingly peaceful.
Like gentle water-this was the highest praise Daoists could give their own cultivation.
But when Yuyang True Person made the slightest move, that Dao resonance instantly became towering waves, as though it would engulf him the next moment.
This was not an overwhelming disparity in spiritual power, but purely one in rank of existence.
Yuyang Daozi, who had been quiet for so long, now revealed his former splendor.
A yin-yang taiji disc appeared behind Yuyang Daozi, and his spiritual power spread through the Main Hall.
Zhang Daotan could only sense the spiritual power Yuyang Daozi released. After all, it was already pressing down on him like a massive Ruzhong mountain.
Even the air Zhang Daotan breathed in now began attacking his body frantically, so he chose to hold his breath.
After reaching Golden Core, breathing was actually optional; cultivators only breathed like ordinary people out of long-standing habit.
Yuyang lowered his gaze slightly and gently raised his hand. The surrounding space was sealed by that invisible spiritual power, and he spoke softly, almost in a murmur:
"I was wondering why... so you intend to abandon your Dao heart and seek external things."
Zhang Daotan drew a deep breath, suppressing his emotions. The moment Yuyang Daozi had summoned him, he had unhesitatingly adopted a stance ready to attack.
Anyone who did not know better would have thought Yuyang Daozi possessed some definite intelligence.
But Zhang Daotan understood that Yuyang must be bluffing, trying to trick him.
He cupped his hands respectfully, his tone deeply puzzled:
"I don't know... what you mean,