Upon hearing Jiang Shu's words, Zhan Feng spoke thoughtfully:
"It sounds like the air-forbidding effect of a spatial formation, but the principles behind it are completely different."
"Exactly."
Jiang Shu nodded, a faint smile on his face.
"Cultivators rely on drawing upon the Power of Heaven and Earth, while the Mech Clan directly rewrites spatial code."
"The effects are exactly the same, yet they cannot be called entirely different either. The code used by the Mech Clan is precisely the Dao Rhyme we use."
Zhan Yun suddenly interjected, "Brother Jiang, what do you think space truly is?"
The question plunged all three of them into thought.
After a moment, Jiang Shu slowly said:
"Space is not a backdrop. It is a living existence."
"It can flow like water, fold like cloth, and freeze like ice."
A ball of Gray Mist Flow emerged above his palm, gradually forming a complex structure. Then he said, "When I comprehended the Great Dao of Primordial Beginning, I felt that space was like a kind of line I could use. It seemed that through weaving, it could be shaped into different forms and produce different effects."
Surprise flashed through Zhan Feng's eyes. "Our War Alliance's ancient records contain similar accounts."
"The great powers of antiquity called space Heavenly Garment. They said cultivators were merely beggars borrowing the Laws, while true experts could weave the Heavenly Garment."
The deeper they talked, the more engrossed they became, discussing everything from the nature of space to cultivating the Law of Force.
Jiang Shu possessed extraordinarily high talent in cultivating the Dao. These two were not dull-witted either, and during their long self-sealing, they had studied ancient texts they had comprehended before, forming their own understanding of space.
Zhan Yun suddenly thought of something. "Brother Jiang, you said the