Before Yan Nüdao made her move, Chen Tingzhi had already learned of it through the Heaven-Training Dao Canon. There was no need for him to discern anything; he knew it was time to coordinate with her.
The flow of qi around him suddenly surged. The thunderlight that had filled heaven and earth with its majestic momentum abruptly drew in, transforming into a sheet of white radiance like rippling water that covered Solitary Yangzi's shielding barrier. Only the lingering echoes in the sky continued without end.
Seeing this change, even the Primordial Spirit cultivators of Upper Firmament Heaven could not help but praise it inwardly.
Divine abilities and mana were always easier to release than to withdraw, yet Chen Tingzhi's move was effortless in both gathering and retracting, without the slightest trace of artifice. It flowed as naturally as water, making one feel it ought to have been so. It was truly exceedingly profound.
The condensed lightning rays now appeared gentle and still, their presence far less imposing than before. Yet they all knew that because the power had been gathered together, it was instead even more dangerous than before.
As the defending side, Solitary Yangzi had no choice but to shift in tandem with the attacker's offensive, trying to contract the protective screen that had originally been spread out to block the assault.
When cultivators competed in Dao arts, first came transformations, second came mana. If one's mana was insufficient, transformations could make up for it; if one's mana was great, it could suppress transformations. How these were applied depended on the cultivator.
If mana could not be replenished by Mystic Grain as it was in Celestial Xia, then it could only be accumulated through a cultivator's long years of cultivation. But there was no shortcut in transformations; they could