Zhan Feng heard what Jiang Shu had said and spoke thoughtfully:
"It sounds like the space-sealing effect of a spatial formation, but the principles behind it are completely different."
"Exactly."
Jiang Shu nodded, a faint smile on his face:
Cultivators draw upon the power of heaven and earth, while the Mechanical Race directly rewrites spatial code."
"The effects are exactly the same, but it can't be said that the principles are completely different, either. The code the Mechanical Race uses is precisely the Dao Rhyme we use."
Zhan Yun suddenly cut in. "Brother Jiang, what do you think space really is?"
The question left all three deep in thought.
After a moment, Jiang Shu slowly said:
"Space isn't a backdrop. It's a living existence."
"It can flow like water, fold like cloth, and freeze like ice."
A mass of hazy gray currents appeared above his palm, gradually forming a complex structure. Then he continued, "When I comprehended the Primordial Great Dao, I felt that space was like a kind of line I could use. It seemed I could weave it into different shapes and produce different effects."
A flash of surprise crossed Zhan Feng's eyes. "The ancient texts of my War Alliance also record something similar."
"The mighty beings of antiquity called space the Heavenly Garment. They said cultivators were nothing but beggars borrowing laws, while true powerhouses could weave the Heavenly Garment."
Their conversation grew ever more profound, ranging from the nature of space to the cultivation of the Law of Strength. They talked with great enthusiasm.
Jiang Shu had an extraordinary talent for cultivating the Dao. The siblings were no fools, either, and during their long self-seclusion, they had pored over ancient texts they'd studied before, forming their own understanding of space.
Zhan Yun suddenly thought of something.