Although that direction corresponded to a previously perfectly neutral lot, Lei Jun, carefully hiding himself, planned to go over and observe.
The flow of Global Spiritual Qi indicated that the battle over there was not as fierce as before.
Lei Jun also did not move directly toward the innermost area of the sea.
He stopped far away, focusing on observing the paths of Spiritual Qi in that region.
Overall, both sides currently appeared to be in a stalemate phase.
"Looks like it still isn’t the decisive mont," Lei Jun thought after observing for a while, withdrawing his gaze.
It had not reached the final mont yet, which ant both sides’ strongest experts still had reserves left.
*In this situation, they might be able to pay attention to their surroundings as well.*
So Lei Jun stopped approaching, turning instead to search for a relatively safe and concealed spot in the nearby sea, settling himself to wait.
While he waited, he entered the True One Altar Cave Heaven.
With a wave of his hand, several items arranged themselves in a row before Lei Jun.
The shimring moonlight radiated from a Confucian Inkstone that looked as if it were sculpted entirely from white jade.
The Jade Sea Vermilion Brush, just taken from Ye Ming.
And likewise, newly acquired—Solar Divine Radiance, which clustered together looking like a sun and scattered like thousands of golden rays.
Lei Jun first placed the Confucian Inkstone nad Moonlight Inkstone and the Solar Divine Radiance side by side.
The relativistic Spiritual Power of the sun and Taiyin intertwined brilliantly at that mont.
The forr had relatively dispersed Spiritual Nature, while the latter seed inwardly focused and deep.
In a sense, this was a fusion of stillness and movent.
But for Lei Jun, possessing the Dual Polarity Immortal Body ant he no longer needed to craft anything specifically tailored to similar artistic conceptions.
So, after considering for a mont, Lei Jun waved his hand and moved the Solar Divine Radiance aside.
Now, Moonlight Inkstone and Jade Sea Vermilion Brush lay together before him.
Lei Jun pondered, then beckoned with his fingers again.
A lump of high-quality Confucian Ink appeared before him, aligned alongside the brush and inkstone.
This piece of Confucian Ink had been a gift from his senior brother Wang Guiyuan years ago when he left and then returned from his journeys.
By studying the principles and artistic conception in the Confucian Ink, it seed that it originated from the Suzhou Chu Clan.
Up till now, Lei Jun had always kept this Confucian Ink untouched, neither refining nor altering it, mainly using it to better study and familiarize himself with matters pertinent to Confucian Practitioners.
Now, pen, ink, and inkstone were all present; put together, they radiated the literary essence of Confucian tradition.
Lei Jun gazed at them, *falling into deep thought.*
If he had so sort of high-quality paper, he might be able to try out a few ideas.
Of course, there were still issues to be resolved.
For example, the Jade Sea Vermilion Brush and the Chu Clan’s Confucian Ink were both crafted with the traditional Confucian Classical Studies of the Great Tang, embodying their principles and artistic conception.
But the Moonlight Inkstone, on the other hand, ca from the Heavenly Principle’s Confucian Rationalism.
There was so conflict between the two.
Reconciling them would take gradual refinent and contemplation.
But if successful, it would probably be unprecedented... Lei Jun nodded slightly.
He waved his hand, putting away the Jade Sea Vermilion Brush, Moonlight Inkstone, and Confucian Ink together.
Only the Solar Divine Radiance now remained before him.
Lei Jun stared at the Solar Divine Radiance, *countless thoughts flashing through his mind.*
He took out his Mysterious Void Mirror, studying it while also regarding the Solar Divine Radiance, calculating internally.
Right then, Lei Jun’s mind stirred slightly, and deep in his pupils, the Heaven-piercing Earth-penetrating Taliscript silently circulated.
He exited the True One Altar Cave Heaven, then looked off into the distance.
There, a fierce battle erupted anew around the Void Gateway connecting Heavenly Principle and the Mortal World.
Lei Jun watched for a short while, his brows first knitting, then smoothing again.
At a glance, the situation seed unfavorable for the Great Tang side.
*Was Chu Xiuyuan growing old, unable to endure against the other side?*
Although the top expert on the other side was also an old man, maybe even older than Chu Xiuyuan.
But with Heavenly Principle’s fortune of mountains and rivers backing them, Heavenly Order Cultivators could accrue seniority and beco masters; age did not an decline for them.
But Ye Yan, Chu Xiuyuan, and Chu Yu all understood this situation long ago.
By rights, they should not let themselves fall so easily into such disadvantage.
*Was it a lure, inviting the enemy in deeper? Trying to bait them?*
With the current situation unclear, Lei Jun did not attempt further inquiry but observed patiently.
The clash was intense; the Great Tang Cultivators’ defensive line was steadily withdrawing.
More Heavenly Order Cultivators seed to be erging from the Void Gateway.
Lei Jun gazed far off; after watching a bit longer, suddenly his eyes flashed.
He noticed sothing was off in one area.
There, the Great Tang Cultivators were not fighting the Heavenly Order Cultivators.
Rather, it was two people both from Heavenly Principle—one fleeing, the other chasing, pursuit and slaughter.
The fugitive looked like a young scholar, seemingly twenty or so.
But Lei Jun could tell that his actual age was probably older than he appeared.
What caught Lei Jun’s interest was that, though the young man put on the airs of a scholar, his cultivation foundation was Taoist, quite different from the Taoist Sect’s inheritance on the Great Tang side.
anwhile, his pursuer was clearly a Scholarly Cultivator of Confucian Rationalism.
The two darted across the sea, one chasing and one fleeing.
The sea was anything but peaceful, especially now that the Global Spiritual Qi was in violent turmoil.
The young man’s cultivation realm was already lower than the middle-aged scholar pursuing him, and now the ocean wind and waves further obstructed him—finally, the pursuer gradually gained on him.
Black ink ford characters of restrictive order, trapping the runaway on a deserted island.
"Young lord, co back with . If I have to use force, that won’t end well," the middle-aged scholar smiled.
After landing, the young man’s steps seed a bit unsteady, barely managing to stand. Hearing the scholar, he sneered, "Go back for what? Just so these legs can be broken again, or worse?"
The scholar replied smoothly, "Elder Dong knows what he’s doing. He disciplines you because, young lord, you’ve made mistakes. You ought to rember his teachings and not repeat them, lest outsiders gossip about Elder Dong being too strict, misunderstanding his good intentions..."
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