The white ocean outside the Hall of the Scribe had boiled into a frenzy. The remains of the Fate-Judging Immortal Pen, which Chu Qing had snapped in two, spewed vast quantities of dark red blood of causality into the void. Rather than falling, the blood transformed under the three Scribe Elders' near-mad sacrificial rites into a Heavenly Book Guard Formation composed of countless twisted characters.
A full nine thousand guards clad in deathly white paper armor and wielding Causality Law Spears strode out of the ruins. These guards had no physical bodies. They were the sharpest "logic armaments" beneath the Scribe's pen, each representing an ironclad law of the Chaos Sea's cultivation system.
Barefoot, Chu Qing stood firmly on the Black Diamond Dragon Ship's ram, letting the piercing shrieks of causality spears cutting through the air batter his eardrums. Deep within his pupils, those purple-gold dots had spread into a fathomless starfield of nirvana.
"My lord, these guards are resonating! They're stacking the probability of 'certain death'!" Standing behind him, Nangong Xue rapidly shifted her fingertips, weaving [heavenly demon origin] into a vast net to intercept the bizarre code seeping through.
The paper-armored guards all took a step forward. What poured from their mouths was no longer sound, but strings of golden, physically manifested text:
[Judgment: Chu Qing's movements violate the 'laws of motion.'] [Setting: his speed shall slow; his strength shall run dry.]
The instant those words took shape, the space for ten thousand miles around seemed to turn into viscous glue. Chu Qing felt his [Earth-Shrinking Step], normally capable of spanning epochs, begin to stutter. Even the simple act of raising his Overlord Spear seemed to demand an entire epoch's worth of stamina.
This dimensional suppression through "textual logic" bypassed any clash of spiritual power, attempting