In the Void, a mass of black-and-white Yin-Yang qi twisted around each other, enveloping a world. That world resembled a bubble that could vanish into illusion at any moment, periodically warping and distorting as bulges and cracks emerged.
This was precisely the result of numerous Heaven Lord-level figures clashing.
If such a perilous situation had befallen an ordinary small world, whether a Grotto-Heaven or Spirit Land, it could not have lasted long. After several impacts, it would inevitably collapse. And the collapse of a small world represented the collapse of the related cultivator's realm. A regression in cultivation would be the better outcome; in the worst case, it could even endanger one's life.
Yet this situation showed little sign of affecting the small world. Like a lone boat amid a raging storm, it rocked from side to side, endlessly enduring the impacts, but never capsized.
As time passed and moved onward, the Heaven Lord-level figures within this small world gradually realized Qiu Yan's purpose. Yet faced with such a situation, they could not alter it at once.
After all, clashes at the Heaven Lord level fundamentally differed from battles between ordinary cultivators. They involved not merely collisions of force and energy, but also the intermingling of time and space, not to mention the laws tangled together, seeking to plunder, erode, and replace one another. This also represented small worlds colliding, shattering, damaging, and merging with one another. Such collisions between worlds involved too much to be brought under control in a moment.
It was precisely because of this that whenever figures of this level fought, if they could not determine victory and defeat in an instant and withdraw, the battle would often drag on for a long time. There were even precedents of battles lasting centuries or millennia.
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