Actually Suicide

At the manager's reminder, Daoist Xuanqing remembered that Dao arts had already been twisted. Once exquisitely intricate, they were now like countless gears that could only mesh by the tiniest fraction. They could still be used, but their power and effects were vastly inferior to what they had once been.

"But even if Dao arts have been twisted, surely the Heavenly Dao itself has not."

With a sweep of the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, Daoist Xuanqing unleashed a sea of fire capable of incinerating the heavens and boiling the seas, engulfing the Mad Immortal.

Dao arts might have been twisted, but rules would not be. Nor would the innate gifts brought by those rules. Even without Dao arts, he could still employ countless methods through the innate abilities granted by rules.

In the distance, the mountain-sized Mad Immortal swept his sleeve. Countless Dao Scripts instantly surfaced upon the energy-woven Daoist robe covering his body. The moment those Dao Scripts appeared, the Mad Immortal vanished from Richard's perception.

Though Richard could still see the Mad Immortal in the distance with his naked eyes, his mental power could never reach him.

"This is Near at Hand, Yet Worlds Apart."

Daoist Xuanqing watched the Mad Immortal, who was enveloped in the sea of fire yet utterly unharmed, his expression grave.

"Near at Hand, Yet Worlds Apart is a supreme divine ability of the spatial path. It allows its user to form a world of his own. Ordinary attacks can never reach an immortal using Near at Hand, Yet Worlds Apart."

"A world of his own?"

Richard froze for a moment, then understood the subtle brilliance of this divine ability. As the barrier of a world, the World Wall could not only prevent foreign enemies from invading, but also prevent creatures within