Those people had already been invincible beneath the stars, reaching the pinnacle of power. Proud and ambitious, they sought eternal life. Once they comprehended a technique, it was like taking up another weapon—nothing like the Sequence Rules they had grasped in their early years.
Ying Mei's technique was—words forming a world.
Using the Blood Tower as a shield, she continuously wrote words to banish Lu Yin into oblivion. This was the true extent of her strength as a Great Perfection Cross Tribulation expert and a grandmaster of Spring and Autumn Jian.
"The more words she writes, the wider the world formed by those words becomes. Hurry and defeat her, or we won't get another chance." The aged voice belonged to an elder from the Luo Family.
Lu Yin looked through the Blood Tower at Ying Mei. Her gaze met his, calm to the point of being chilling.
She must have been very confident in her technique. The next weapon taken up by a Great Perfection Cross Tribulation expert would surely have reached the Divine Sequence level as well. This move was her true trump card.
Once someone comprehended a technique, it meant they had no chance of ever becoming a Divine Lord. No wonder this woman cared so much about Qian Shu. He was the only one who could become a Divine Lord, but he also had Spring and Autumn Jian behind him, as did Luo Ning. What method were these factions planning to use to put them in the position of Lower Supreme God?
Everything had rules, and any rule could be broken. Put another way, rules existed to be broken.
Lu Yin raised his foot and walked toward the Blood Tower, one step at a time.
Ying Mei stood inside the Blood Tower, continuously writing words. Her face