He grabbed it!
As Ji Jue's five fingers closed, a blurry shape actually emerged in his hand, flickering and shifting.
Like an arm stealthily reaching for a victim's wallet... caught red-handed!
That was precisely why it was so sudden, so utterly unbelievable.
Beyond the apocalypse, who knew how many pairs of eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Countless question marks erupted from every forehead across North and South like volcanic explosions, minds blown:
No, bro, how could you possibly grab it?!
How did you catch it?!
How could something that never existed be touched?!
It was like fishing the moon out of the water or plucking a flower bud from a Mirror—simply far too bizarre.
The Principle of Tragic Work was formless and shapeless, an almost fated manifestation of creation, a Heavenly Mandate only one step away. Yet it had been caught in Ji Jue's palm?
It even seemed as though... it had specifically turned from illusion into reality, fixing its form and existence in place so Ji Jue could manipulate it more easily!
No, it was the other way around!
After a moment of stunned disbelief and terror, realization and wariness emerged.
It was not that the Principle of Tragic Work had "lowered itself," but that Ji Jue had turned the impossible into the possible, granting it form and state out of thin air.
Strike down the formless, bestow substance!
What kind of expert was this?!
The answer was Non-Aggression.
[Realm of Encirclement · Non-Aggression]!
Just as the Mohists of old had been plain, resolute, direct, and simple, the Blessing Chain of the Metamorphosis Rank was called Metamorphosis, and the Blessing Chain of the Rebirth Rank was called Rebirth. The Realm of Encirclement that Non-Aggression pointed toward and achieved was still called [Non-Aggression]!
In fact, even among all