Yan Zaizen’s near-death experience left him seething with fury. His sole focus at this mont was to eliminate this threat regardless of the cost.
However, the situation seed to have been flipped on its head. While Yan Zaizen fud with thick murderous intent dead-set on causing his opponent’s demise, the grey-robed woman held none of that. Her previous icy-cold aura lted and instantly replaced with relief, happiness, and no battle intent.
Instead, it was as if her previous strike with her very essence and domain never happened.
Yan Zaizen, shrouded in an aura of death, clenched his fist tightly. The sounds of his knuckles cracking resounded. From the palm of this, an inky, black radiance erupted like an entrapped sun.
The grey-robed woman saw Yan Zaizen’s ferocious expression, and her mood seed to be changed. She held her hands out protectively, waving them slightly as if detailing her unwillingness to engage. However, faint grey light flowed between her fingers as she shook them back and forth in a weird rhythm.
Yan Zaizen’s amber-gold eyes started to spew out grey light. Imdiately, his body felt strange and the flow of ti in his body seed to have been sowhat shifted. On guard, he internalized a flow of temporal energy from his heavenly might to regulate his ti flow. However, the feeling remained.
As he approached, he realized that his state of ti remained consistent, but the surrounding area seed to have changed. It was different than the domain produced earlier, inducing a state of pause.
"What...is...this...?" With each inch closer, it was as if he was wading through an omnidirectionally flowing river.
The grey-robed woman kept waving her hands about. Her index, middle, and ring finger remained unmoving, but her thumb and little finger moved in a pendulum manner. This occurred for both hands, grey light flowing between them like majestic dragons soaring through mountains with the utmost freedom.
Yan Zaizen felt the deathly aura’s consciousness roar wildly as if desiring to escape, but Yan Zaizen wasn’t entrapped. His ti-flow was consistent, his body continued to approach, closing the distance with each passing second. Then, a sudden urge overca him, and he couldn’t help but speak once more after he reached a certain point.
"siht...si...thaW?" Yan Zaizen’s eyes widened disbelievingly. He stopped, his eyes cold, calm, and sharper than the blades of gods. With rapt attention, he looked at his surroundings. After a short while, he took in a deep breath, the deathly shroud started to retreat into his body. The deathly energy within started to burn. A white fla danced about fiercely.
The death energy started to deplete with a vibrant life energy replaced it. It started to help heal any remnant damage left behind by the previous attack.
The grey-robed woman stopped her hands. Despite not being able to see her eyes, Yan Zaizen knew she was looking at him with an intent-filled gaze. It was oddly uncomfortable.
"How did you manipulate ti to such a degree?" Yan Zaizen asked, but before the woman could speak, he continued, "To change my flow of ti is one thing, but the flow of ti in the entire area to influence is another. Not to ntion this altered tiline anomaly you produced. To create a starting point, an endpoint, and then cycle through them without alerting your target is..."
"How long have I been in that tiline before you ended it?"
Yan Zaizen couldn’t appropriately explained what happened in just words. He had been trapped in a separate tiline that had a set starting point and an endpoint. Likely, from the mont he saw her hands to so other point, this event had reoccurred without him knowing in a seamless manner. He felt himself traveling a certain distance because he did, but he would restart to the beginning unknowingly, but the surroundings were very odd and deceptive.
To try to explain this, it was like a puppet show with a moving background. Yan Zaizen was a flying puppet, and the background repeated endlessly from point A to point B. He traveled, moved, felt the progression of ti, but the background simply repeats, perhaps it changes, but the puppet never really moves. Regardless of what he would do, he could never ’exit’ the background.
As for how she was capable of overwriting his flow of ti, the simple reason: she didn’t. Instead, she manipulated the things around him, then this ti flow naturally interacted with his own. His ti flow beca its ti flow, naturally progressing along this new tiline.
When she froze ti, this was what she originally did. However, this ti, it was different. If earlier could be considered a ’hard pause,’ then this was a ’soft repeat.’
When he tried to speak earlier, he was at the point of ’rewind,’ and it ca out in reverse unnaturally - its only flaw.
This was an advanced application of ti laws, ti essence, and temporal interactions. Yan Zaizen had only gained the most basic understanding of ti at its core, but when it ca to application, how could he match a full-blown expert?
If he held so arts related to ti, perhaps he could prevent this naturally interacting tiline from affecting his personal ti flow.
Yan Zaizen had to give her an applause. Her skilled usage bewildered him for a short period. However, that’s about it. Yan Zaizen’s application in his laws were all mostly brute force and slowly discovering the upper limits of their abilities. Ti was not his most skilled law, nor did he have any arts trail blazed by experts for millions of years, all the secrets and intricacies unraveled, so he didn’t let it get him down.
Not only that, he was currently deducing how to do this very thing.
The grey-robed woman didn’t reply quickly, only after a while did she answer his question, "You went through the cycle seventy-three tis."
Nodding in acceptance, Yan Zaizen looked at her, his murderous intent held deep within his eyes didn’t dissipate. Instead, it beca far, far stronger.
The battle intent especially beca like a blazing star in the sky, unable to be hidden.
"I admit my inferiority in the laws of ti. That is your win. However," Yan Zaizen raised his hand, his palm facing the grey-robed woman, "ti laws is not invincible." A speck of black appeared at the center of his palm. When this speck of black appeared, like a dirt particle, the world of dusk turned into everlasting night.
"All things must experience death. Allow ..."
The speck of black transford into a perfect spherical orb the size of a marble.
"To let you..."
The black orb rotated slowly, no aura was emitted from this aura. However, deep within this orb was a myriad of laws. If one inspected it, they would see death, destruction, space, darkness, fire, gravity, life, and yang.
"Lead you to your first and last experience." When those words were said, the world went silent.
The grey-robed woman exclaid a feminine welp, her posture visibly shaken looking at the black orb. "You’re creating a DEATH STAR?! YOU CAN CREATE ONE?!?!" Imdiately, she retreated. There was no tricks, arts, or actions other than retreating like a brilliant grey cot into the horizon.
"ARE YOU INSANE?!?!" She scread hysterically, her voice filled with a hint of horror. To think that he would actually create a real death star, she couldn’t help but hold deep regret in her heart as she blazed across the black skies away. However, the feeling of encroaching death never disappeared from that very heart.
"You sliced open my brain, YOU LET KNOW!!!" Yan Zaizen roared, he thrust the death star within his palm outwards. Suddenly, it expanded! A kiloter, ten, a thousand, ten thousand, hundred thousand, million!!!
Like an expanding ball of foam, Yan Zaizen was devoured by the black orb in an instant!
The grey-robed woman turned around, her gaze trembling fiercely at the expanding colossal that was the black orb and couldn’t help but stop. This was the creation of a star, she would never leave its gravity field before being pulled into it, ti, space, and even all life would be drawn in and brought to its end imdiately.
A death star.
A literal death star!
In the myriad heavens and universes, a Death Star was an incredible oddity. It exuded no light but was utterly black. Whenever it is born, the entire realm its within would be drawn into it and eliminated. The Death Star would expand, continuing to devour space, ti, life, and all forms of matter. It just would not cease until the entire realm was consud.
Then, it would continue to expand.
It wouldn’t stop.
It would continue drawing things in like an insatiable beast that would never beco full, and it never did. Only after so ti, unless interfered with, would a brilliant white light at its core would counter-absorb it with a wild force. Many speculated that the white light was the true core of the planet, and for so reason, it was hibernating until a certain point
Regardless, after the white light appears, the darkness changes, and the realm becos a realm of life. This was the concept of extre birthing opposing extre. This realm would beco unprecedented in quality and growth, prompting all forms of life, creating planets, stars, and a larger realm in turn.
This was the origin of how every ’titan’ realm was birthed.
Yan Zaizen had used the myriad laws to recreate this very event!
How can you fight sothing that consud everything?!
The grey-robed woman turned, then, unexpectedly, she removed her hood.
Yan Zaizen who was a white light within the center of the black star was aware of everything, and when his senses saw her remove her hood, his eyes widened. The expansion abruptly stopped.
"You?!"
The imnse level of disbelief and shock caused his body to tremble fiercely. The star reflected this, shaking as if it was about to experience an explosion at any mont. He didn’t want to believe in his eyes as he checked his teor Ring, finding a soft lifeform just sleeping there.
He looked once more at the revealed grey-robed woman and couldn’t help but say, "Yan Linzen?!?!"
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