Causal Cycle

For Lin Yu and A'yu, the five-meter gap was no more than "a step away," a distance they could cross in a single breath.

But that single breath, that one step, was enough for the two of them to do many things.

As the one who had deliberately opened the distance, A'yu naturally had his own purpose.

Five meters away, A'yu changed the spell seals with his left hand. With his right hand, he bit it open and began drawing talismans in the air, using his blood as ink.

The blood congealed in midair without dispersing, floating there in front of A'yu.

He wrote incredibly fast, his wrist moving so quickly that it almost blurred into afterimages.

Soon, large swaths of blood talismans appeared, faintly radiating terrifying power.

"Hundred Tribulations Forbidden Art," Comedian said with a frown. Even he, whose foundation did not lie in the Prison Mountain Realm, could discern the extraordinary aura of those blood talismans. "Can a 'Tier 2' use the Hundred Tribulations Forbidden Art?"

He did not doubt why A'yu had mastered it. Judging from the Items and methods this fellow had displayed, along with the Summoning God Method he could use whenever he pleased, he was probably a prodigy among the eleventh-generation disciples of Hunyuan Dao Palace.

Even if he had not known it himself, it would not be surprising if the ancestor of Hunyuan Dao Palace had casually stuffed a move or two into him while he was summoning a god.

What Comedian was truly curious about was this: even if a "Tier 2" had started cultivating, how long could he have been at it? Could he support a single move of the Hundred Tribulations Forbidden Art?

Old Zhou stared at it for a while before speaking. "It should be an abridged version... But