As Qingxiao finished speaking, an exceedingly fine black line slipped out from a crack in the paving beneath his feet.
Then came a second, a third...
Thick black lines formed the bones, medium gray lines the flesh, and fine white lines the breath. With Qingxiao as their origin, the three-colored lines rapidly extended in every direction.
Like an invisible brush sweeping across heaven and earth, the lines crisscrossed and spread across the ground and sky.
Wherever they passed, the warm orange of the setting sun, the ocher red of broken walls, and the dark yellow of rusty iron-all the colors of the world seemed to be erased layer by layer, fading entirely into varying shades of black, white, and gray.
This was cursed energy released in its utmost purity.
An almost terrifying volume of cursed energy filled every inch of space, carried by the lines.
There was no spherical barrier like a conventional domain, no rigid boundary walls. The farther the lines extended, the sparser and weaker they became, until they finally dissolved into the wind without a trace.
Qingxiao stood at its absolute center. He was the origin, the anchor, the sole core of this cursed energy field.
When he remained still, the domain was a motionless gray sea; when he moved, the entire cursed energy field flowed with him.
This was Qingxiao's domain-Seeking Truth by Abandoning Cleverness.
Within the domain, all cursed energy and matter would be counteracted and dissolved by Qingxiao's cursed energy, ultimately reduced to nothing.
In other words, no cursed technique could be used within Qingxiao's domain!
The instant the all-encompassing Meteor Ice Cream Prison touched the lines, fine white mist immediately rose from the points of contact with a faint sizzling sound.
The waves of white light within it faded, turned gray, and disintegrated