"Hmm? What was he trying to do?!"
Seeing Zhang Qi's movement, Kinkaku cried out again.
The next moment, following Zhang Qi's motion—
A faint buzzing filled the air, as though countless tiny mechanical insects were beating their wings.
Centered on Zhang Qi's palm, rings of pale golden Eight Trigrams runes appeared out of thin air.
Then, like a set of precision gears spinning at high speed, they began to mesh, dismantle, and recombine frantically.
How was this possible?!
At the sight, Taishang Laojun's eyes widened as he stared fixedly at the transformations of the runes around Zhang Qi.
As the saying went, outsiders watched the spectacle, while insiders saw the craft.
Kinkaku and Ginkaku might not understand what they were seeing, but in the eyes of a Sage like Laojun, one who had touched the edge of the Heavenly Dao, what Zhang Qi was doing was practically grinding the common sense of the Three Realms and Nine Heavens into the dirt.
Because Zhang Qi was interfering with the underlying logic governing the Zixiao Tribulation.
No matter how powerful one's magic power was, at most one could withstand the lightning head-on, like a mortal blocking a blade with a shield.
But Zhang Qi was not blocking the blade. He was changing the blade's material and structure, making it softer than skin.
Both methods prevented the blade from hurting someone, but the latter was clearly far more profound—and far more difficult.
Looking across the history of this world, only Pangu, who had split open Chaos, and Hongjun, who had become the Heavenly Dao, had been able to accomplish such a thing.
Even he, the foremost of the Three Pure Ones, could not do it.
Because something like Zixiao Divine Thunder already touched upon the very foundation of this world's existence.
Realizing this,