To Yang Zhu and the others' senses, the Yellow Springs Secret Mansion had unknowingly been divided by a boundary.
Xin Yi naturally occupied the vast area where clear qi soared into the heavens. Yet beside him, pitch-black flames had likewise carved out a domain of their own. When the aura of the Thirty-Six Heavens reached that place, it swiftly twisted, unable to exert any further influence.
On the other side, Zhao Ziyue's figure reappeared within the flames, still draped in a black hooded robe, standing tall and straight. As for Xin Yi, his Talisman Artifact flesh vessel had been warped beyond recognition by golden light, changing shape every moment. It made onlookers hold their breath for him, uncertain when it might collapse.
Their auras influenced one another, and they were also conversing. Their voices flowed through the void, clear to every ear:
" Karmic Fire is bright red. A color like this does not seem so pure."
"One breath surges into the heavens, into the Thirty-Six Heavens. Are you just going to let the Eight Sceneries Palace play around like this?"
"Without something like the Six Paths Samsara of a Buddha Land, Karmic Manifestation will not be easy."
"You recklessly deduce the Heavenly Dao. Even if you succeed, it will only be the heart of Heaven transforming into the heart of man, with the true self no longer remaining. What a pity, no?"
"You accept the force but do not fulfill the vow. Which Buddha or Bodhisattva taught you to muddle through like this?"
"Potadi's timing was not wrong. If he had truly allowed your Talisman Artifact flesh vessel to achieve the Dao, perhaps it could have withstood the assimilation of Heaven's heart and completely mastered the divine abilities of the Thirty-Six Heavens."
Each side said its own piece, like