Four Seasons Under Heaven

Everything fell into stagnation.

Whether Heavenly Demons or An Jing and the others, all were indiscriminately frozen in place by Little Qi's Supernatural Ability.

The dust in the air hung motionless, the rising, steaming mist solidified, and even the surging Spirit Fiend within the lightning swelled and contracted uncertainly. Everything displayed a strange state that could never be seen in normal space-time.

The feeling was actually quite dreadful—an attack that had originally been right at hand and would strike in an instant now needed at least several hours to arrive. And throughout that process, the target could not even dodge, only watch helplessly.

Of course, for the attacking side, an attack that had been guaranteed to hit had suddenly gained countless variables as well, naturally leaving them anxious beyond endurance.

Within this nearly stagnant space-time, both sides could think—and could do nothing but think.

And An Jing naturally would not give up this additional opportunity.

For anyone else, comprehending their own yin-yang Supernatural Ability merely by observing and sensing Little Qi's [Inverting Yin and Yang] would have been utterly impossible.

Supernatural Abilities required more than mere technique and the circulation of primordial qi. They also required a particular resonance frequency between the soul and heaven and earth, or the unique structure of one's internal Array Realm interacting with the greater world—and all these factors differed from person to person.

The underlying principles might be connected, but the specific methods of operation were different.

It was like how everyone possessed the seven emotions and six desires, perhaps even similar desires and dreams, yet the details that forged those desires, dreams, and personalities were utterly unique.

But An Jing was different.

Not merely because he was Heavenly Fate, with the twin stars of Taiyin and Taiyang already rising and falling within him,