But Qing Chen himself knew that he had Zhuang Zhou's butterfly dream and thousands of years of Daoist classics from his previous life, his experience with the True Explanation of Yang Spirit Dharma Control and authority over the Great Void, and, beyond those, the unimaginable variable of [Nine-Colored Pearl, Old Meditation Cushion].
And what if he unlocked the Bodhi Spirit Body's second layer? His comprehension would soar.
When the time came, who would win and who would lose was truly hard to say.
Yue Hanzhang suddenly spoke. "Your Majesty, if each of the four of us produces something with its own strengths, with none surpassing the others, what then?"
Emperor Jingtai seemed to chuckle. "If all are useful, all shall be richly rewarded."
Yue Hanzhang bowed and cupped his hands. "Your subject obeys."
Gao Wuyong stepped forward then, dividing the four scrolls of jade silk in the Jade Boxes into four streaks of azure light.
The azure light fell into the hands of Yuan Guanxing, Lu Zhaobi, Yue Hanzhang, and Qing Chen respectively, becoming four pale azure jade slips.
Qing Chen accepted his jade slip. The moment his divine sense touched it, he felt as though countless tadpole-like runes were swimming within.
There were mortals dreaming entire lives before the millet cooked; cultivators comprehending the sword in dreams; members of the Demon Race sleeping for a thousand years; stars flickering out like lamps; emperors dreaming that they had become solitary cranes, flying beneath myriad pines with two cases of ancient scriptures in their beaks, not knowing where to return.
After looking for only an instant, he immediately withdrew his divine sense. This was something genuinely good.
Qing Chen could now be considered widely experienced, and he could naturally tell that these were insights and wondrous methods left by someone at