Chen Yang had encountered situations like this—where calling a name gave rise to a thought—before.
Thus, when he saw that the Canglan Immortal Intent had manifested in Zhuang Xuanji's likeness, he hurriedly said, "Fellow Daoist, why have you borrowed another's appearance? Do you think I would not recognize Dao Sheng True Person?"
Hearing this, the Canglan Immortal Intent said woodenly, "But I only like Little Zhuang... I don't want to become someone else..."
"Since Fellow Daoist wishes to speak with this lord, you should show some sincerity. Meeting me in another's appearance truly makes it difficult for this lord to trust you."
"Is that so... then all right... wait a little longer..."
The Canglan Immortal Intent responded, then dispersed Zhuang Xuanji's form. Only then did Chen Yang let out a long breath inwardly.
This former master of the Dao Academy was indeed worthy of being an unparalleled figure who had overwhelmed both paths for centuries.
The weight of being the Number One Cultivator in the Human Realm was far heavier than Chen Yang had imagined. Just meeting that illusion's gaze for a moment had made him feel as though a huge boulder were pressing upon his heart, leaving him somewhat unable to breathe.
Whoosh—
After Chen Yang's persuasion, the Canglan Immortal Intent finally manifested its original appearance.
Once the vortex of spirit essence dispersed, an exquisitely fashioned little porcelain bowl appeared before Chen Yang.
At first glance, the porcelain bowl seemed utterly unremarkable, but with the slightest probe of divine sense, one could sense the surging, fervent power of vitality contained within it.
Yet the fly in the ointment was that this special porcelain bowl was now broken.
The best-preserved main portion was roughly two-thirds of its original body. Many obvious cracks covered the bowl, while scattered fragments of porcelain