Elsewhere.
On the Spirit Transformation battlefield, the Heavenly Sea changed color.
Shen Er and Dugu Yin had fought their way from the waters off Floating Jade Island into the clouds in barely the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Sword Essence and Spiritual Power crisscrossed high overhead, sending waves of clouds rolling.
Dugu Yin's Sword Momentum was uncanny and vicious. His Sword Essence slashed rifts through the clouds, spewing Sword Qi.
Shen Er countered with Penglai's Daoist arts, azure spiritual light surging between his hands.
Water and wind Spiritual Power converged into a Great Hand Seal, smashing the Sword Essence apart.
After several exchanges, Shen Er had already formed an assessment.
His methods are a jumble. This is nothing like a pure Sword Cultivator's approach.
As Dugu Yin unleashed his sword moves, traces of ghostly arts mingled with them at times, while Sha Qi appeared at others.
Within his Sword Momentum, there was even a faint hint of something familiar.
The Penglai Daoist Sect had its own distinctive Swordsmanship.
Others might not have been able to distinguish it, but as the current sect master, how could Shen Er fail to recognize it?
How did he learn even Penglai's methods?
At first, Shen Er had guessed that perhaps it was because this man had stolen Tao Wen's corpse.
When Tao Wen disappeared, his cultivation had already reached the quasi-Spirit Transformation realm. Naturally, he had carried many of Penglai's secret cultivation records and personal Law Treasures.
If someone had obtained his belongings and gleaned Penglai's Daoist arts from them, that would not have been implausible.
After several more exchanges, Shen Er had probed out most of what he needed.
He suddenly retreated half a step, azure spiritual light blazing around him.
"Since you refuse to explain what happened, do