Within the void of the heavens, the fundamental Dao arts of Zhang Yu and Ling Chengming, two upper-tier cultivators, collided in an instant.
Air currents swirled at the point of impact, vortex-light shot forth, presenting a spectacle of incomparable splendor. From where the two met, rings of radiance blossomed outward. The layers of the Origin Xia giant vessel ruptured one after another, first turning into countless shards of gravel, then into even finer dust.
In the space of a moment, this giant vessel, comparable in size to a sun or star, was reduced to a battered shell riddled with holes, its broken husk barely floating in the void.
Ling Chengming's Dao art, "Myriad Tablets Returning to One," could generate methods of suppression from nothing according to changes in his opponent's Dao art. In principle, it could overpower any forceful transformation of divine abilities or Dao arts.
If one did not understand his Dao art, one would suffer a loss the moment they came up against it. It was utterly unreasonable.
And when faced with an unreasonable Dao art, the only answer was to be even more unreasonable.
Zhang Yu's "True Rule of the Central Heavens" had no additional transformations. It simply seized and fixed the central force, shattering yin, yang, and chaos, causing all things and all matters to fall into imbalance on their own.
Whatever came into contact with the Dao art, no matter what divine ability or transformation it was, shattered the instant it touched it.
Ling Chengming had originally been brimming with confidence. Since fighting others, his fundamental Dao art had never suffered a loss in the first exchange. Moreover, he had formation artifacts to rely on; there was no way he could lose the initiative from the outset.
Yet the moment they came into contact, he