The moment Lu Xingzhi's laughter faded, the world changed.
Not just the domain—reality itself twisted under his will.
"You better get ready."
His skeletal fingers flexed, and the laws of existence screamed.
Lu Xingzhi clenched his fist—
And movement ceased.
Not just Yun Lintian's—all motion in the domain froze. The floating debris halted mid-air. The cracks in space stopped spreading. Even the vibrations of atoms stilled, locking everything in perfect, absolute stasis.
Yun Lintian's body stiffened, his muscles refusing to obey. His thoughts still raced, but his flesh was trapped in unmoving time.
Lu Xingzhi walked forward leisurely, his eyes gleaming.
"The first law—stillness." He raised a finger. "No force. No energy. No action."
He tapped Yun Lintian's forehead.
"Just… silence."
For a normal cultivator, this would have been the end.
But Yun Lintian was no normal cultivator.
His heartbeat—a rhythm older than time itself—thundered.
Boom.
