This ability explicitly allows one to materialise things imagined in the mind instantly.
It can only create objects out of nothing and cannot destroy or transform them unless the user created them.
The Visionary is reputed to be one of the most bug-like abilities of the Holy Letters, with its original holder dying in bizarre and ridiculous ways, comparable to Yhwach’s fate of being slashed at the end, indeed a forcibly drawn bug.
In layman’s terms, it’s similar to a real-life version of the Infinity Gauntlet.
Even so, with various limitations, the overwhelming status of the Visionary as a powerful bug remains unshaken.
In a sense.
The strength of the Visionary depends on three factors: the size of your imagination, your knowledge base, and the firmness of your will. If you et these three criteria, you are effectively omnipotent.
After three waves of teor showers.
Hell beca pockmarked with giant craters thousands of ters wide, the landscape smoky, the ground surface crystallised, and the air filled with unbearable heat.
Byakuya was nearly naked, her clothes shredded by the storm of falling teorites, her ivory skin exposed and marred with large black scars, creating an oddly beautiful contrast like a damaged piece of art.
"How about it, shall we continue?"
With a playful smile, Lord looked at Byakuya, who still wore a defiant expression and stubbornly refused to admit defeat. "Although I feel a bit reluctant, as long as it makes you concede, I don’t mind continuing."
His implication was clear.
Until Byakuya gives up and admits defeat, he will continuously summon teorites, turning what should have been a pinnacle duel of swordsmanship into a tedious battle.
"You’re underestimating ."
Byakuya’s eyes were filled with deadly intent as she stepped forward, her blood-red sword trembling slightly, producing a series of clear ringing sounds, her fierce yet gentle voice echoing: "I’ve already said, until you kill , the fight will not end."
Changing soone’s mind is extraordinarily difficult, especially for a woman like Byakuya, who has been the foremost in swordsmanship for thousands of years. Her will, as steadfast as Mount Tai, how could his few words shake it?
Wrapped in a fierce chill, the blade cut through the air, heading straight for Lord’s neck.
As Lord raised his hand, Byakuya sensed it and turned her blade, drawing a storm with her movent, the elegant blood-red threads wrapping around his arm.
Though thin, these extrely sharp blood-red threads silently sliced through anything they touched.
Lord had no intention of becoming Yang Guo, his spiritual pressure shattering the threads, stepping aside to dodge the sword aid at him, a few strands of his hair falling to the ground, severed by the sharp air.
"Eight Thousand Styles Sword Technique: Whirl Dance!"
Byakuya swung her blade, threading through the air as the blood-red threads tightened, increasingly constricting Lord’s range of movent.
As more threads appeared, whipping around like a roaring wind, their movent space decreased, and the distance between them closed to just a few centitres.
In such a dire situation, Lord couldn’t calm down to imagine a specific object in his mind, mainly because... Byakuya’s size was too distracting.
You know...
Byakuya, nearly naked, made it difficult to focus in such close quarters, even for soone as steady as Lord, whose gaze involuntarily wandered.
Indeed, it’s pretty impressive.
Just as this thought arose, a chilling intent pulled him back to reality, a sharp sword gleam, aiming directly at his eyes.
Lord leaned back to dodge, his forehead breaking out in cold sweat. If he hadn’t moved, he might have lost half his head.
Huff, huff, huff—
Before he could catch his breath, Byakuya’s sword pressed down, its force like a collapsing mountain, as if intending to split him.
"Damn!"
Lord exclaid in fright, instinctively gathering spiritual pressure, his blood speeding through his veins and forming patterns on his skin, then clenched his fist to et the incoming strike.
Clang!
Fist and sword collided, emitting a tallic clang.
With the double protection of steel skin and blood gear, Lord’s fists were as hard as iron. Even the corrosive blood blade of Byakuya couldn’t keep up with his rapid regeneration.
Unexpectedly.
Byakuya’s lips curled slightly, and she used the force to spin, adjusting her sword by half an inch and pressing it against his arm, slicing towards his head.
"Tough..."
Lord muttered about the trouble, reluctantly raising his other hand to strike at Byakuya’s abdon, trying to push her away.
However, he slightly missed.
Instead of hitting her abdon, his palm landed on... Byakuya’s chest.
Lord instinctively squeezed.
Hmm... nice touch.
Exceptionally soft yet firm, an ultimate experience of this world, making it difficult to resist the urge to squeeze again.
"Have you had your fill?"
A voice filled with murderous intent rang out.
Lord imdiately shivered, eting Byakuya’s gaze, those dark eyes now blazing with fury.
Boom—!!!
Intense sword light flashed.
Byakuya, an expert in various sword styles, efficiently handled them with her usual finesse.
Embodying the essence of martial prowess, her blade movents were as graceful as dancing butterflies yet deadly as a hunting serpent, a delight to watch.
In her fury, Byakuya had completely abandoned defence; her blade strikes, aiming for lethal points without restraint.
Lord complained as he dodged the dense sword lights, his skin occasionally sliced.
Had he known, he wouldn’t have squeezed.
Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets, and Lord wasn’t foolish enough to reason with an enraged woman.
Finally, Lord’s expression shifted.
Since no other approach seed to work, he decided to resort to the most primitive thod—letting their swords do the talking.
Sensing the change in Lord’s mood, Byakuya coldly said, "Are you finally getting serious?"
"Yeah, you could say that."
Lord nodded slightly, his tone casual: "After much thought, this seems to be the best thod."
Only by making Byakuya experience utter despair in their sword fight could he force her to abandon her plans.
If that was the case... then let it be.
The atmosphere around them suddenly tensed, the air thickening as if viscous, an overwhelming pressure rising and setting off wave after wave of air currents, crashing against the void in succession.
In Byakuya’s eyes.
Lord’s slender figure seed to grow imnsely, his presence as substantial as a mountain, pressing down so hard it seed to bend her spine, causing all the hairs on her body to stand on end as fear oozed from her pores.
"This is it..."
Byakuya stood her ground, her eyes thick with blood: "This is what I strive for, release it, Lord!"
Thump!
Lord stepped forward, the atmosphere rippling in circular waves around him.
Boom!
Byakuya was blown back hundreds of ters by the blast, feeling a tightness in her chest as she struggled to swallow the rising tallic taste, blood leaking from the corner of her mouth.
With his second step, multiple rings of air exploded.
The whole of hell seed to tremble, massive volus of air bursting with the sound of thunder, the noise alone enough to disturb Byakuya’s blood flow.
With his third step, Lord, holding an ordinary blade, raised it high into the sky.
"Eight Thousand Styles Sword Technique: Sky-Cleaving Slash!"
With a casual utterance, Lord swung the blade downwards.
As the blade fell, the world dimd as if all things had been stripped of form, sliced by an invisible force.
A narrow line of sword light split hell in two, the space along its path fracturing inch by inch, objects appearing twisted and folded through countless shattered voids.
"This is... my sword technique?"
Byakuya’s pupils shook, not expecting her technique to transform so drastically when wielded by Lord.
But she had no ti to think further.
The slender sword light was already upon her.
Byakuya held her breath, clearing her mind of distractions, focusing solely on the blade in her hand.
Stepping forward, she drew her sword.
The bloody crescent spanned the sky, gathering into a single point of sword intent from when it was unsheathed, bursting forth in a flood of blood-red brilliance that seed to devour half the sky.
"Eight Thousand Styles Sword Technique: Netherworld!"
As she spoke the na, the sea of blood around Byakuya healed her, and those dark eyes, tender yet profound, resonated with an indescribable emotion: "Unless you truly kill , I will keep standing up, again and again, until my goal is reached."
"Not necessarily, don’t be so sure."
Lord chuckled softly, then slowly raised his hand, adding thoughtfully: "Sotis, fighting isn’t always that interesting. Next, I will show you what the world’s most boring fight looks like."
"The most boring... fight?"
Byakuya was stunned, unable to imagine what a boring fight would entail.
"Well... it’s starting to rain."
Lord laughed lightly, not bothering to explain, just looking upwards at the vast expanse of darkness.
Rain... in hell?
Byakuya looked puzzled; there was no such thing as rain in hell.
But as she looked up, her expression froze in shock, capturing the astonishnt of that mont.
Indeed, it was raining in hell.
Except these ’raindrops’ were rather large, falling from the sky... as a teor shower!
Hundreds of massive teorites, trailing fiery tails, cut through the dark sky of hell, the rolling air currents like dragons being dragged, bursting with earth-shattering roars as if tearing the black curtain apart!
Byakuya’s pupils dilated in shock, unable to ponder why ’teors,’ which defied all reason, would appear in hell. The overwhelming pressure and the terrifying sound forced her to raise her blade instinctively.
Right hand on the hilt, the surrounding sea of blood rose.
Streams of blood converged on the blade, gathering the montum of a volcano about to erupt, and with a step and a draw, the sword sang through hell; the endless waves of blood light surged, crashing into the falling teorites like a roaring wave.
Boom, boom, boom, boom...
Hell turned into a sea of fire, then was rocked by a massive quake!
A powerful shockwave swept in all directions, the ground collapsing in large sections, whipping up clouds of dust and debris, and the dazzling light and heat swept across all of hell.
The sword light gradually faded, and the hundreds of falling teorites were instantly reduced to dust.
"Not bad for the First Sword Eight."
Lord clapped, smiling: "But what will you do about the next wave?"
"What?!"
Byakuya stiffened, then slowly looked up.
Huff, huff, huff—
Hundreds more teorites ripped through the sky, aiming directly at her location.
"Just a reminder..."
Lord smiled maliciously: "The teorites won’t stop until you give up."
"..."
Byakuya just stared at him.
If looks could kill, the Lord would have died countless tis by now.
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