The white ocean of the Land of Origin kept collapsing beneath the crushing advance of the black dragon ship. The dead ink left behind by the nine Ghostwriters Chu Qing had shattered with a single slap actually formed an eerie "Causal Quagmire" in the void. Those scattered sentence fragments and discarded drafts had not vanished completely. Instead, like a swarm of locusts that had scented life, they desperately tried to burrow into Stone Ridge Mountain's defensive formation.
Chu Qing stood barefoot at the bow. He could feel the Black Diamond Dragon Ship beneath him letting out heavy, labored breaths. The attacks these "words" brought were not merely physical. They were trying to redefine the ship as "a passage of description that did not exist," striking at the very foundations of immortal cultivation.
"Judgment: this vessel is an illusion. It shall disperse upon exposure to light."
"Setting: Chu Qing's flesh is constructed entirely of ink and brushstrokes, subject to the hand that writes."
In the void, an enormous "Fragment of the Heavenly Book," flickering with an eerie, deathly white radiance, slowly unfurled. Every word that took shape upon it carried an indescribable, absolute authority, powerful enough to rewrite the destinies of immortals and gods throughout All Heavens.
As these words appeared, Nangong Xue's once-solid [Heavenly Demon Feather Garment] began to turn transparent. To her horror, she discovered that the immortal essence within her was being forcibly converted into ordinary ink by an utterly unreasonable "logic."
"My lord, my 'Dao' is draining away! They're rewriting the source of my life!" Nangong Xue's delicate body trembled. Her fingertips dug into her palms from the force of her grip, and the purple blood dripping from them turned into pitch-black drops of ink before it even landed.
Chu Qing abruptly turned around. The [glassy]-colored face