At this moment, the space before Jiang Liu was reflected entirely within his Divine Sea. He could see even the slightest change with perfect clarity.
He slowly sensed the abnormalities in the space, afraid that he might overlook even the tiniest detail.
"How is this so much like a method for manipulating Space Rules at will?" Jiang Liu muttered to himself.
As soon as he said this, Jiang Liu gave himself a fright.
He did not know why he had suddenly thought of this.
Moreover, the thought had come to him instinctively.
Earlier, while reading an ancient tome, he had happened upon a sentence: All things in the world possess certain rules. When a martial artist cultivates to the extreme, they master those rules.
At the time, Jiang Liu had not really understood what those words meant.
In Jiang Liu's view, all things possessed their own rules. Was that not perfectly normal?
Birth, aging, illness, and death; sunrise and sunset—all had to follow certain rules for life to continue.
What martial artists spent their entire lives doing was breaking such conventional rules.
After all, whether they circulated their vital energy to fly or used it to launch attacks, they were disrupting the predetermined rules of things.
Not to mention that every breakthrough could extend a martial artist's lifespan. That, too, was an act of breaking the rules of life.
Therefore, martial artists who went against the rules spent their entire lives breaking these conventional rules. There was no doubt about that.
Yet the meaning conveyed by those words was actually not to break the rules, but to become familiar with them and then control them.
Could this be the path for a martial artist who cultivated to the extreme? Not breaking the rules of the world, but completely controlling them—even