Xu Wuyi thrust his spear.
The Illusion swung his sword.
The azure sword light and the dark gold spear glint collided in the center of the pure white space.
There was no sound.
There was no explosion.
Only two completely different "Daos" clashed fiercely in silence.
Xu Wuyi's consciousness seemed to stretch out in this moment.
He "saw" the purity within the sword light—the only thing that remained after stripping away all distracting thoughts, all hesitation, all excess: to sever.
He also "saw" the contradiction in his own spear glint. Heavy and incinerating, sinking and burning, still and moving—two opposing Rules were being forcibly merged. It was not yet perfect, but it had already unleashed astonishing power.
Time seemed to stand still.
Then—
CRACK.
A faint cracking sound was heard.
A crack appeared on the spear in Xu Wuyi's hand, starting from the tip.
The crack spread rapidly, covering the entire shaft in an instant.
The next moment, the spear shattered.
