Ti and space are inherently one, and gravity is the warping of space caused by matter.
So, gravity can interfere with ti and space.
Years ago, Ai Changyuan, at just the Qi Cultivation Stage, borrowed the gravity of the earth to perform an expansion of space-ti that was perceptible to others.
Now, Wang Qi, wielding Mana at the Nascent Soul Level, had a far greater understanding of gravity than Ai Changyuan had those years ago. Except for not knowing how to borrow strength from a planet, all his conditions surpassed those of Ai Changyuan at the ti.
The result was the technique he now executed, Sword Twenty-Three!
It was a peerless sword technique copied from a martial arts comic, capable of halting ti and space—although strictly speaking, the halting of ti was due to gravity, not the sword technique itself. But at least the special effects looked the sa.
As one round of Sword Light passed, Wang Qi gathered a second round.
"Perhaps it should be said that this sword technique no longer belongs to this world, it does not belong to any realm of heaven, earth, or man! This sword technique could truly annihilate heaven and eradicate earth! It has surpassed invincibility, perfection, the void, and limits... Describing this sword technique as perfect or invincible is to belittle it, to dean the true aning of infinity! This boundless, invincible, infinite strike is not only capable of shattering the void but can even suspend it!" Inside his own relative space-ti, Wang Qi even casually perford voice-over comntary, "Once the void is suspended and the years are halted, it can create discrepancies and gaps in the mortal ti, at which point heaven and earth will reverse, the sun will be in chaos, the stars will shift, and everything will perish along with the destruction of heaven and earth! The sky will be incomplete! The ultimate demon sword 'Sword Twenty-Three' that surpasses perfection and invincibility and can even suspend the void... And this ultimate strike will be the graveyard of all swordsmanship in the world! The end!"
Amidst his nonsensical comntary with ti halted, the fifth wave of Sword Qi, ford by electromagnetic waves, began to strengthen continuously.
Most Thunder Laws used by Shenzhou Cultivators involve binding electric charge with Mana before smashing it out, which is not transmitted at light speed, hence the phenonon "Thunder Strikes can be dodged."
However, photons have no rest mass, and the speed of particles faster than light cannot be reduced to below light speed, thus having no significance to the world below light speed. Therefore, all attacks transmitted at light speed cannot carry much force, which greatly limits the impact of light speed attacks.
Another weakness of light speed attacks is that they are difficult to control. If normal spells are like cold weapons, where you could change the trajectory of a sword to strike twice if the first strike misses, then a light speed attack is like a bullet—once it's fired, it either hits or misses.
But in relative space-ti, this was not a problem.
A second was infinitely prolonged. To Wang Qi's eyes, the movents of the Nascent Soul Stage Cultivators beca sluggish, and he could slowly draw Qi, adjusting the direction of the electromagnetic Sword Qi.
Round after round of Sword Qi ca surging forth. Those cultivators probably hadn't even realized what had happened yet, right? In the stretched space-ti, although Wang Qi saw them get hit, he did not see them react.
"You useless scum! Even though none of you are below , even though I'm down to my last ten percent of power! But today... I must pulverize you all to dust!"
"You worthless fools! You're still far from enough to defeat , so just go ahead and be defeated!"
"I can hold back my shit, my piss, but not my disdain for you, you should never have provoked !"
After the fifteenth wave of Sword Qi, Wang Qi ran out of typical lines that the strong would utter; all he could say now were things like "this wave isn't bad," "explosive output," "all effects are special," and "teaching you a lesson."
But after twenty-five rounds of Sword Qi, Wang Qi still didn't hear the "first blood" cue—cough, killing a Nascent Soul Cultivator. Even though billows of blood blossod slowly in the suspended space-ti, those Nascent Soul Cultivators were far from being fatally injured.
"It seems, still too weak," Wang Qi shook his head. "The Thunder Strike that pierces through air... won't work either. This isn't a fighting stage; the situation is too complicated, and there are too many targets. Moreover, their actual Mana is greater than mine."
"It seems, maintaining this is pointless."
After reaching this conclusion, Wang Qi calculated the trajectories of all the surrounding spells and shifted several yards with a snap of his fingers: "And then ti begins to flow."
Gravity withdrew, and the distorted, expanded space-ti returned to normal. As if by spring action, the perceptions of space-ti twisted and accelerated for both sides. Countless spells suddenly whizzed by Wang Qi, missing their mark. On the other side, the one absolute that transcended relative space-ti inflicted considerable damage.
Those Nascent Soul Cultivators looked as though they had been inexplicably battered and bruised in an instant. Their clothes were tattered, and their bodies were slashed with countless deep and shallow sword wounds. A few unlucky ones even had eyes gouged out, arteries cut, and fingers severed. For those at the Nascent Soul Stage, these were not mortal wounds. But their combat strength had dropped by at least ten percent!
They could not understand why they had been injured. But they did know one thing—this Foundation Establishnt fellow was not to be underestimated!
All the Nascent Soul Cultivators stopped underestimating him and held nothing back as they unleashed their strongest attacks.
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