Where the Blade's Edge Meets, the Three Armies Tremble; Heaven Sect's Blockade, the Cannon Fire Chills

Beimingzi raised his eyes and swept a glance over the Mechanism Arts domain surrounding Fu Zhi, his brows knitting slightly.

Layers upon layers of interlocking laws flowed through the air, sometimes forming immensely complex arrangements of solid defenses, sometimes condensing into sharp, bow-and-crossbow-like forces poised to strike and locking onto their target. The laws shifted in all manner of tangled confusion; the longer he looked, the more his temples throbbed.

He simply turned his head away and stopped looking.

It was not that he did not care at all; the Mechanism Arts within this domain were simply too intricate, enough to make his head ache.

Mechanisms were a minor path of which he knew nothing at all. He could not make sense of its workings, so he simply withdrew his gaze and decided to break ingenuity with brute force.

With a wave of his hand, a faint azure glow instantly enveloped his body. It spread outward, transforming into a clear and pristine heaven and earth.

There were no elaborate phantoms, only an air of calm as gentle as a passing breeze blanketing the surroundings. Even the air itself seemed to turn soft.

The two domains collided in midair. Fu Zhi's Mechanism Arts domain erupted with rolling thunder, the creaking of True Essence grinding against itself, and the ceaseless whistling of countless razor-sharp edges shooting through the air.

Beimingzi's domain, meanwhile, was like still water. No matter how his opponent struck, it gently dissolved the attack.

The two exchanged blow after blow, their laws crashing against one another. Golden light exploded in the sky one moment, azure radiance flowed the next, and the currents of air between heaven and earth were churned into utter chaos. For a time, neither could do anything to the other.

Beimingzi was not worried in the