Ten Breaths of Battle, Ten Thousand Years of Strife (3)

Outside Chengqitian, every ray of rosy light had withdrawn, leaving not the slightest brightness. It was as though a great mouth behind the void had swallowed it all whole. Starlight interwove, yet Chengqitian's location was pure darkness, and that hundred-acre stretch of shattered void had vanished completely.

This was the suppression of a "domain," formed by the absolute superiority of heaven-and-earth power. Obscuring the six senses was merely its most basic application. As the Black Tortoise Star Aspect revolved, it even produced the effects of a Void Divine Ability. Of course, that was also because Yu Ci himself possessed such abilities.

In a sense, this was an independent world temporarily opened up, a world where the Black Tortoise Star Aspect's power could be brought into fullest play.

Lu Suhua stood at the edge of this "world." Drawn by the flow of qi, she had to consider a question: was such a stellar divine ability meant for defense? That should have been Yu Ci's original intent. Yet could it not also be an attack? The star aspect was vast and majestic—how could it lack such power?

Defense held attack within it, attack carried defense with it; both attack and defense nourished each other, wondrously transforming motion and stillness, yin and yang. This, too, was the essence of the Black Tortoise.

At the root of it all, Yu Ci still meant to seize the initiative.

Lu Suhua had to express some surprise. Just how many trump cards was this Yu Ci planning to throw out before he stopped? Even if he was borrowing the power of a magic treasure, it was still remarkable that his temperament and will could bear the laws of heaven and earth.

The situation truly seemed reversed now. Beneath the starry dharma form, Lu Suhua's slender figure was