In the endless void, Yu Ziqing walked forward on the White Bone Divine Bridge, surrounded by emptiness and darkness, illuminated only by lanterns on the bridge.
He didn't know how long it had been, but faint light began to appear around him. As he continued walking, illusions started manifesting, gradually solidifying.
Slowly, he saw that he had arrived in Dadui.
In Jiachen City, there was an arch bridge spanning a small river.
When he stepped off the White Bone Divine Bridge, he seamlessly erged off the arch bridge over the river.
Behind him, the White Bone Divine Bridge silently dissipated, along with all the lanterns hanging from it.
Yu Ziqing stood in place, looking back, seeing only the stone arch bridge.
It seed that people around him hadn't noticed a thing, as if he had simply walked off the stone arch bridge.
No one noticed where he was before he erged from the stone arch bridge.
Yu Ziqing, like an ordinary passerby, took a few steps forward, ordered a cup of tea at a riverside tea stall, and sat there quietly, in a daze.
He had rely crossed a bridge and returned to Jiachen City in Dadui from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.
He now understood the Divine Skills of the Bridge of Fairyland, as a bridge for crossing; a foundation was needed.
He forged the Dao Court, rooted in Dadui, and the White Bone Divine Bridge was no different.
Thus, to leverage the Divine Skills of the Bridge of Fairyland for crossing, he could only return to Dadui from other places.
And walk off any bridge within Dadui's territory.
No one could perceive this anomaly because he was the Emperor Dui, returning to Dadui felt like coming ho.
This Divine Skill could be used as a Town Portal Scroll.
It sowhat mimicked the function of a Teleportation Gate.
Yet Yu Ziqing had no ti for joy, still in a daze.
For the power of this Divine Skill, alongside the specific requirent of walking off a real bridge, only allowed a return to Dadui.
In truth, it was unlike any ordinary cultivator's Divine Skills.
More akin to the power of Deity Rank.
Moreover, Yu Ziqing didn't feel the current abilities of the Bridge of Fairyland justified the near exhaustion of his judgnt, shaking his Dao Court, almost sacrificing the Earth Toad.
He was confident that the montary glimpse must be the source of such terrifying depletion.
The strongest part of the Divine Skill, perhaps all its power, was undoubtedly orchestrated for that fleeting glance.
Yet he couldn't rember what he saw in that glance.
Reflecting now, his mind was blank.
Yu Ziqing sat by the river, feeling the bustling city, watching small boats pass in the river, finished his tea, left so silver, and quietly departed.
Returning to the palace city, Yu Ziqing disturbed no one, took so pills, and continued his recovery.
After three months of solitary retreat, the gaunt aftereffects gradually faded.
The Yang God regained stability, his bodily Qi-Blood replenished, and Yu Ziqing carefully examined his cultivation.
As he sensed the Refining God Sect's Dayan Preface cultivation, he was stunned.
Previously, he had just entered the Fifth Major Realm, utilizing the special nature of Dayan Preface to leverage power by fishing in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.
According to Yu Ziqing's estimation, if he leveraged power each ti he fished for people, he might extract those rascals from the Mud Sea, integrate the Twenty-four Solar Terms, and reach around the thirty-sixth or seventh layer, entering the Sixth Major Realm.
After all, the Dayan Preface cultivation was particularly unkind to ordinary people; each transition between Major Realms resembled a grand leap without foundation.
Every transition felt like moving from solving quadratic equations to delving into algebraic topology.
This explains why the Dharma thod appeared ordinary in the eyes of most for Refining God.
But now, his Dayan Preface sohow leaped directly to the fortieth level.
Instantly entering the Sixth Major Realm, even nearing its Late Period.
Once he reached the forty-third layer, he would enter the highest realm of Dayan Preface.
Yu Ziqing finally realized why he'd had a feeling these past days that a re glance at sothing could allow him to deduce its next transformation.
In cultivation, a natural sense erged, nearly instinctively guiding him on what constituted optimal practice.
Sensing fortunes and disasters, naturally deciding, finding everything under control, and no danger could reach him; it felt serene.
He tried to deduce retrospectively, searching for the problem source, but the Dayan Preface cultivation showed no issues; every deduction was flawless, cultivation felt like one orderly step after another.
Despite the judgnt-like grand leap, there was no sense of baseless power gained during judgnt.
Yu Ziqing knew this was undoubtedly due to that fleeting glimpse.
No other explanation remained.
He shook his head; though he anticipated so surprises with the Divine Skills awakening, he hadn't expected this.
However, to achieve such progress in Dayan Preface's most arduous cultivation, reaching the fortieth layer.
Coupled with having half a Teleportation Gate, what more could he desire?
After completing his cultivation, Yu Ziqing didn't rush to erge; he examined the newly acquired rascal.
This rascal, like most previously caught villains, imdiately contemplated possession upon capture.
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