Jiang Zhao suddenly raised a hand and pointed at the heavens. The sky of the entire Small World abruptly darkened, followed by countless ancient seal-script characters condensing from the void and covering every inch overhead.
The characters seemed to come alive, forming a vast and boundless literary canon. Every single word contained the Literary Emperor's lifelong insights into the Literary Path.
So this was the Literary Path Domain?
Lin Heng's pupils constricted. This was his first time witnessing the domain technique of the Literary Path lineage.
The instant the Heavenly Chapter descended, he could feel a corner of his Humanity Domain being scattered by some force. Those characters were like fine needles that could slip through any crack, precisely piercing the gaps in the Human King's dual domains as they attempted to dismantle them from within.
Like a tightly bound group, the rumors and slander transformed from those words would inevitably taint those whose thoughts were not pure enough.
"Tch, that's all?"
"What's so impressive about playing with a writing brush?"
Faced with Lin Heng's disdain, Jiang Zhao's anger surged from his chest. He shouted sharply, "You think the Literary Path is only good for writing and drawing? Have you not heard that literature carries the Dao, literature transforms people, and literature slays the heart?"
"This Emperor's literary fortune can break ten thousand laws."
The instant the final word, "laws," fell, the ancient seal-script characters filling the sky simultaneously turned into golden light. A single pure character—"Dao"—came crashing down upon Lin Heng and Chen Changqin.
Chen Changqin gave it everything she had. Her sound domain field continuously shattered and re-formed beneath the impact, and blood began to seep from her fingers.
At last, the sound of snapping strings rang out.
BOOM!
The two who had been standing on the ground