The mont Lu Xingzhi’s laughter faded, the world changed.
Not just the domain—reality itself twisted under his will.
"You better get ready."
His skeletal fingers flexed, and the laws of existence scread.
Lu Xingzhi clenched his fist—
And movent ceased.
Not just Yun Lintian’s—all motion in the domain froze. The floating debris halted mid-air. The cracks in space stopped spreading. Even the vibrations of atoms stilled, locking everything in perfect, absolute stasis.
Yun Lintian’s body stiffened, his muscles refusing to obey. His thoughts still raced, but his flesh was trapped in unmoving ti.
Lu Xingzhi walked forward leisurely, his eyes gleaming.
"The first law—stillness." He raised a finger. "No force. No energy. No action."
He tapped Yun Lintian’s forehead.
"Just... silence."
For a normal cultivator, this would have been the end.
But Yun Lintian was no normal cultivator.
His heartbeat—a rhythm older than ti itself—thundered.
Boom.
The sound rippled, cracking the frozen law like glass.
Boom.
The stasis shattered, motion returning in a violent wave.
Boom.
Suddenly, Yun Lintian’s fist blurred, striking Lu Xingzhi’s chest with the force of a dying star.
CRACK!
The skeleton god hurtled backward, his ribs splintering—but he laughed, his wounds sealing instantly.
"Good! But let’s try sothing deeper."
Lu Xingzhi raised both hands, and the void answered.
"Erase."
The concept of Yun Lintian’s being began to unravel.
Not his body. Not his soul.
His very existence—the fact that he was—started to fade.
His past dissolved, his future crumbled, his present flickered like a dying candle.
Yun Lintian’s outline becoming indistinct, like a forgotten mory.
"You cannot fight what never was," Lu Xingzhi intoned.
Yun Lintian’s fading eyes sharpened.
"I decide what is."
Deep within him, sothing awoke.
The Seed of Ti—the ember of a Creator’s will—pulsed.
And reality rewrote itself.
His existence snapped back, not through resistance, but through sheer defiance of the law. Where Lu Xingzhi tried to unmake him, Yun Lintian remade himself, stitching his being back into the fabric of the cosmos with primordial certainty.
The mont Yun Lintian’s existence snapped back into reality, sothing fundantal changed in the battle.
Lu Xingzhi’s eyes narrowed slightly—the first hint of true surprise flickering across his ancient face.
"You..."
Yun Lintian didn’t give him ti to finish.
He moved.
Not through space. Not through ti.
But beyond them.
His Heaven Sunderer flared, its edge no longer just a blade but a conceptual severance—a cut that didn’t just divide flesh, but laws themselves.
Lu Xingzhi blocked, his skeletal arms crossing as temporal barriers layered before him.
CLANG—!
The impact shattered the barriers one after another, each fracture sending ripples through the domain.
"Tch."
For the first ti, Lu Xingzhi stepped back, his feet leaving cracks in the void itself.
Yun Lintian pressed forward, his movents no longer bound by conventional combat.
The Heaven Sunderer descended, not in an arc, but in every direction at once, its edge existing simultaneously across all points in space.
Lu Xingzhi twisted, his form splitting into a thousand afterimages—each one a potential future where he dodged.
But Yun Lintian’s blade followed, cutting through all of them.
SHRRKK!
Blood splattered as the sword carved a wound across Lu Xingzhi’s chest.
The True God glanced down at the injury, watching as it refused to heal.
"Hehehe," he laughed coldly. "So you’ve finally stopped playing."
Yun Lintian didn’t respond. His eyes—now glowing with a prismatic light, shifting between colors no mortal could na—locked onto Lu Xingzhi with terrifying focus.
His free hand clenched, and the void itself compressed, collapsing around Lu Xingzhi like a dying star.
Space folded, ti buckled, and for a single, breathless mont, the skeleton god was crushed under the weight of a singularity.
BOOM!
The implosion erased a quarter of the domain, leaving only a yawning abyss where reality had been.
Yet—
Lu Xingzhi stepped out from the nothingness, his form flickering like a bad transmission.
"Impressive," he admitted, brushing dust off his robes. "But you’re still thinking too small."
He raised a hand—
And the universe inverted.
Lu Xingzhi erased the concept of consequence.
Yun Lintian’s next strike never landed—not because it was blocked, but because the idea of it connecting ceased to exist.
His sword passed through Lu Xingzhi’s body harmlessly, as if the attack had always been a feint.
"Without cause, there is no effect," Lu Xingzhi intoned. "Your actions an nothing here."
Yun Lintian’s eyes narrowed.
He adjusted.
From his chest, a pulse emanated—a vibration that rewrote local reality.
Where Lu Xingzhi had erased consequence, Yun Lintian reinstated it by force, his will overriding the law itself.
The Heaven Sunderer jerked back, its edge suddenly rembering it was supposed to cut.
Puff!
Lu Xingzhi’s left arm separated at the shoulder, his golden blood spraying in an arc.
The True God stared at his severed limb, then at Yun Lintian.
"...Fascinating."
His arm reford instantly, but the wound left a stain—a patch of darkness where his golden essence refused to regenerate.
"You’re forcing your will onto reality itself," Lu Xingzhi observed. "Not borrowing authority. Not mimicking laws. You’re imposing truth... It seems you begin to understand the essence of the law of ti."
Yun Lintian flexed his fingers, the prismatic glow in his eyes intensifying.
"Your turn. Show what else you got."
Lu Xingzhi laughed—a sound both amused and, for the first ti, strained.
"Very well."
He clapped his hands together—
And the domain shattered.
Not collapsed. Not fractured.
Shattered, like glass struck by a hamr.
The fragnts didn’t fall—they hung in the air, each one a mirror reflecting a different tiline, a different possibility.
In one, Yun Lintian died as a child.
In another, he never existed.
In a third, he beca a monster worse than the Primordials.
A million futures, a million pasts, all converging onto this single mont.
"Let’s see you defy this," Lu Xingzhi whispered.
The weight of infinite realities pressed down, each one a claim on Yun Lintian’s existence, each one a demand that he submit to one of them.
For the first ti in the battle, Yun Lintian staggered, his knees bending slightly under the cosmic burden.
Lu Xingzhi smiled.
"Even a Creator must bow to the weight of all that could be."
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