Pa! Pa! Pa!
Flesh eting flesh echoed endlessly on repeat.
Two figures stood in mid-air, clashing rapidly or slowly, it was incredibly difficult or, better yet, impossible for any spectator to determine which. The two seed to exist in their own ti zones, to the point where they were even overlapping amongst each other.
In one mont, Yan Zaizen was before her, striking out a fist. In the next, there was a thousand of him, kicking at a thousand of her figure’s head fiercely. A blink later, two palms t a fist and elbow aiming for the vitals.
If anyone saw this slugfest, they would assu it was a fight between rapidly moving Fiendgod experts trying to strike the other dead. In actuality, they were both trying to utilize their own understanding of ti and personal energy to disturb the others flow of ti!
Yan Zaizen was deeply interesting in her close combat skills. In previous battles, outside of using Sky Shatter, his Warhamr obtained from the Sirius Titan Realm’s trial planet, he had very little actual engagent experience. As one goes further into cultivation, especially as a cultivator who uses energy and not their fleshy body, the act of clashing with long-range waves were common.
This was exciting to him!
He could feel his movents beco refined, each strike delivering a stronger burst of temporal energy that could easily dislocate the ti flow. He felt that, if he wanted, he could cut into the tiline with his fist, and pull sothing or soone out of it! However, it was only a feeling, and he would never attempt to try sothing that may collapse the tiline.
The grey-robed woman was clashing and matching each strike, but her attack wasn’t improving. In fact, she was being worn down by Yan Zaizen’s constant strikes. For Celestials, they cultivated their own energy sources and didn’t draw fuel from the heavens to empower their essences. However, Heavenly Cultivators use their essence energy, even the most basic form, to interact with the heavenly laws and draw imnse power from it!
This beca all the more obvious for those who reached the Sovereign-level in their realms. One of the known reasons why Seventh-Floor Cultivators are called Heavenly Monarchs is because they can, nearly infinitely, draw power from the heavens. As long as this energy isn’t contested, it was limitless. While their heavenly energy may not be, they can construct shrines that store an unbelievable amount of energy!
Each floor containing far more than the previous one!
They could also absorb the essence of the world to replenish their own heavenly might, slowly fueling themselves further.
A battle of attrition was not beneficial for a Celestial, but beyond so for a Heavenly Cultivator!
Pa!
A clash happened once more, but this one was different. It created a wall of ti that seed to segregate their tilines, and a figure shot further back, distancing themselves away from the other. This figure was the grey-robed woman!
"I’ve played with you enough," the grey-robed woman coldly announced.
Yan Zaizen allowed the separation, interested in her next moves. He was only JUST beginning! There were many more moves he wanted to test out on her, and that was just regarding the law of ti. He wanted to see how her essence of ti would interact with his Imperial Law of Spaceti.
The grey-robed woman cald her stance, her arms spread out, and her legs straight. She was like a figurine of a snow angel. There was a beauty and elegance to her stance.
"A battle art? Could this be a Celestial Art?" Yan Zaizen hadn’t been exposed to high-level arts for quite a while. His heart beat in anticipation, and his battle intent continued to rise.
Despite being unable to see her face, Yan Zaizen had the feeling her eyes were closed. He could faintly hear faint words that seed to be very ancient in nature. His brows twitched slightly, unable to ease his heart, but the battle intent rose even further!
"I’m waiting."
After a short period, the surrounding hundred miles seed to freeze! This ti, it was truly frozen! The very tiline was frozen!!!
If a thousand years were to pass in this hundred miles, not a single second would go by on the outside! Not. A. Single. Second.
Yan Zaizen felt his body freeze for a split second, but his heavenly shrine erupted with a dense heavenly might containing pure ti power! It reinstigated his flow of ti almost imdiately, but he was sweating fiercely! That ti, that fraction of a fraction of a nanosecond, was scary beyond belief! His flow of ti had been affected briefly!
WOOSH!!!
His eyes widened as he saw a grey longsword piercing towards his forehead! It was re inches away!!
He couldn’t dodge!
His entire body exploded violently in an inky, black aura! A black shroud of ever-wanting, all siphoning, and filled with death covered his body instantly. While that happened, his internal body beca a sea of white flas! It exuded a burning energy of life and unyieldingness!
The grey longsword ignored the black shroud and pierced deeply into Yan Zaizen’s skull!
It split it like a lon eting an executioner’s blade!
Splurt!!
Blood gushed outwards unendingly as his head went from one whole to two halves! His pink, soft brain matter spewed out, and so of it even shot out from the back of his skull. A cultivator’s physical body was nearly unimportant to their survival, but if it’s crippled, it’s remarkably challenging to retain peak combat strength.
The sword also carried an essence of ti that seed to rapidly flow forward, causing his brains, skull, and flesh to decay from old age. A rich deathly aura continued to emit itself from the split halves of his head.
"Argh! My soul!" Yan Zaizen’s soul form was cut as well, a flowing trickle of ti seed to penetrate intending to age it to completion! This was terrifying beyond belief, as if you’re being forced to the end of your life!
"Rebirth! Rebirth, Rebirth, Rebirth!!!" All he could think about was rebirth, as his body’s life and death energies that had previous erupted rged into one whole. They contained the essence of rebirth, and the willing to restore all things to its peak! Before the ti it takes for light to travel an inch, his head had healed, and his form regained its normalcy.
As for his soul, there was still a surging flow of power with intent to age.
"Samsara! Samsara!!!" He roared ntally, a soft, gentle flow of spiritual life entered his soul form from his heavenly shrine that determined the aspects of soul life, rejuvenating the damage his soul received. With a surging force of soul energy from his Astral Soul, he pushed out the ti energy imdiately.
He didn’t take a single second to analyze his current state, but roared ferociously at the sky like a demonic monarch! An ever-siphoning presence of death flowed from his pores like ghastly smoke as it started to devour the ti domain that seed to have been erected.
The grey-robed woman was shocked! If one could see her face, they would see beads of sweat that nearly drenched her entire face. It was as if she had just gotten out of the rain, and her breathing was incredibly heavy!
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