Yet at that very moment, Lin Xuan was preparing to make an attempt.
If anyone knew what Lin Xuan was thinking, they would certainly think he had gone mad.
A mere late Spirit Division cultivator wanted to try to control the Laws of Heaven and Earth—if that was not failing to know how high the sky was and how deep the earth, then what was?
True, Lin Xuan's strength far surpassed cultivators of the same rank. True, the purity and density of his magical power were both far greater than those of ordinary Spirit Division Stage cultivators. But so what?
The Spirit Division Stage was the Spirit Division Stage. It was impossible to control the power of laws.
This was an iron rule of the cultivation world. Looking across the Three Realms, traversing past and present, no one had ever heard of anyone being able to break it.
This action of that boy Lin could hardly be described by the single word "madness."
In truth, let alone Spirit Division cultivators, even among those old monsters at the early Tribulation Transcendence Stage, the vast majority could not control the Laws of Heaven and Earth at all.
Those who could make even the slightest superficial use of the power of laws were already considered outstanding among them. An act like Lin Xuan's was truly building castles in the air.
But was it really building castles in the air?
Applying that phrase to others would be fine.
But what sort of temperament did Lin Xuan have?
He had always believed that caution made no great mistakes.
Prudence was his principle. If he did not have tremendous confidence, how could Lin Xuan possibly do something so fanciful?
One had to know, this was not him cultivating alone, nor was it testing a move.
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