"Pui~"
Davis spat out blood, feeling the spear pierce through his body. Blood seeped out from his lips, dripping down as he looked up with a wry smile. His hand finally moved as he grasped the spear's shaft and opened his mouth.
"You know- the frightening thing about mastering Blood Laws to a higher level is being able to manipulate blood and move organs to avoid fatal injuries. But did you know that one could even move the position of their dantian?"
"Hmm?" The Twelve-Winged Seraphim's expression churned.
He abruptly found himself in a vast space encompassed by black-white skies. The aura here was faint and desolate as his power, but it brimd with much more tenacity.
"It seems like I can't avoid a battle of Wills with you."
The Twelve-Winged Seraphim rolled the spear twice through his palm, his motion lazy yet precise as he pointed at Davis. However, his shoulders dropped, and his spear ca down.
"Heh! Talk about being affected by your own technique that affected the entirety of my soul."
Davis sneered as he appeared in the position the Twelve-Winged Seraphim pointed at, his Will lying over on the vast starry surface as though he was cozily sleeping for so ti now.
The Twelve-Winged Seraphim let out a sigh, wanting to sit and laze around.
"How ingenious." Davis tried to sit up but couldn't, sighing like his opponent, "This energy is just like the purest life energy, my body and soul not recognizing it as an attack. It was a good thing my comprehension of Blood Laws from that Blood Realm Calamity allowed to make incredibly flexible movents both internally and externally. You're lucky I didn't use the Grand Chaos Crimson Body that I've co up with. Otherwise…"
He sighed once again, his eyelids dropping as though he couldn't be bothered to explain.
"Well," The Twelve-Winged Seraphim chuckled lightly, dropping his spear and summoning a gourd to drink from, "I am indeed using Life Laws as a base to perform this fusion attack. You shouldn't have been able to retaliate against it, but it seems like your instincts saved your cultivation."
Davis snickered, barely opening his eyes, "Did the Sky Word Emperor not tell you that I was undying? I doubt even the desolate factor could kill , leaving the only way out to send out of the universe."
"I know." The Twelve-Winged Seraphim looked amused, "As long as I kill you and seal you from reviving, the tribulation will automatically send you out."
"…" Davis's lips twitched.
He didn't say anything anymore, waiting for the dreary Overbearing Calm Technique to end. It shouldn't last long in their Will space. As long as he could defeat the Twelve-Winged Seraphim here, he would gain an advantage outside or even end the battle, as this heavenly strike was ultimately a spiritual mark that could be shattered through one's Will.
Besides, in the ntal realm, the battle would be instantly decided when considered in terms of the outside world, so he wasn't worried that ti was ticking. This further allowed him to maintain calm and not break out of this wondrous lazy state, inwardly infuriating him.
This infuriating feeling also quickly toned down, becoming a cycle of laziness.
Still, in the ntal realm, ti passed very slowly, making Davis want to sleep. Both of them had their eyelids fluttering and drooping. Perhaps whoever falls asleep first in this ntal realm would be the one who was defeated.
It beca such a battle due to the influence of the Harmony Law Technique.
Davis tried to ponder over it, "To be in harmony is to be lazy? What kind of technique have you comprehended?"
"Indeed," The Twelve-Winged Seraphim raised his gourd, drinking a mouthful of desolate heavenly lightning, "I tend to think harmony is different than equality or balance."
"After all, balance indicates an effort to keep things at bay, constantly adjusting and correcting. When it is like that, it's already discord."
Davis's fingers drew sothing on the starry surface, but it broke due to the lack of energy being supplied. His lips curled in annoyance as his attempt to etch runes and create a spirit formation didn't work.
"Then what is it?" He asked.
"Harmony is…" The Twelve-Winged Seraphim's expression beca more profound, "Harmony is non-resistance."
He tilted the gourd, letting a few drops of desolate heavenly spaceti spill. They didn't fall but simply remained suspended in the air after coming out of the gourd.
"When all things accept their place, no force needs to assert itself. Life doesn't struggle to live and overco. Death doesn't rush to claim and sever. Space does not move and ti stagnates."
His profound gaze flickered between Davis and the drop of desolate heavenly spaceti before his lips curled.
"My Harmony Laws don't suppress anything but invites to rest. If you've been fighting too hard in the past and never give yourself a chance to rest, then your body and soul naturally want to accept my invitation. Bla yourself for treating your body like a disposable tool."
"…" Davis went speechless.
Indeed, he had been abusing his body and soul in the na of tempering it. Particularly, his body went through hell when he had hid himself in the blood-sucking tree to hide from Archon Zaratu. He wasn't going to lie; it was a painful and traumatic experience, but it wasn't enough to break him.
He had put it behind him, but it seems like his body and soul still rember.
"That's why it works on you so well," the Twelve-Winged Seraphim went on. "Your path is defiance. You clash with Heavens, with fate, with tribulations themselves. You sharpen yourself against opposition."
He lowered the gourd, lightly shaking it, "But here, there is no opposition."
Davis's eyes narrowed slowly, as though even suspicion required effort, "So the trick… is to make the battlefield aningless?"
"Precisely." The Twelve-Winged Seraphim smiled, "In harmony, victory and defeat lose urgency. When urgency disappears, Will erodes with ti. You may not experience it now, but once affected by this technique, your Will will eventually revert to its useless self when you were at the lowest point in your life. The Overbearing Calm is actually a raw beast taming technique I used to ta Paragon Magical Beasts."
"…"
Davis exhaled, a long, quiet breath, "What a soft yet dangerous technique. As expected of a monstrous Seraphim from the past. It's a good thing you're already dead."
"Who said I died?"
"…"
"…"
"I'm waiting for the tribulation to send you outside the universe. When I have ti to visit, I'll finish you off with overwhelming power even if you were to survive the terrifying nature of the void outside this safe haven." The Twelve-Winged Seraphim calmly said, repeating the motions of filling the gourd and drinking languidly.
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