Although the battle was in the air, the Law Will of the Weaver Transformation realm had an immense impact. Elder Yan Shen, a Soul Transformation cultivator or higher from the Central Continent, was no direct match for the Weaver Transformations clashing their Domains above the Starry Sky. This transcending power shattered every protective layer of the Continent Crossing Vessel.

  Amidst the chaos, the Five Element realm disciples of the Thousand Heavens Sect, who formed the core of the sect's defense, immediately reformed an emergency Formation. The situation was utterly chaotic before Grand Elder Yan Shen and the female Grand Elder in a sky-blue robe channeled their essences, suppressing the shaking of the Continent Crossing Vessel. The ship immediately sped up with terrifying velocity, albeit limping and emitting suffocating black smoke.

  "That, that is Weaver Transformation!" exclaimed a hysterical Five Element disciple, his hands trembling while maintaining the Flying Ship Formation.

  "That is Zhao Xu! How could he be here? Was he not rumored to have died in the Devil Fire Abyss? He is still alive! I cannot believe I just saw Weaver Transformation cultivators fighting above our Flying Ship."

  "And look, that is Mo Yuan! He has lived for over a thousand years. It is said he holds an old grudge unknown to anyone but Mo Yuan and Zhao Xu himself."

  Above the clouds, beneath the starry sky that now felt like torn cloth, the Domain clash reached its peak.

  Mo Yuan, the man in the light blue robe with flowing silver hair, stood amidst the Domain of the Three Mirror Moons. The bright golden circle radiated an aura of pure yet deadly Water essence.

  The three black disks flanking him rotated slowly, reflecting and distorting all the Law around them. The Three Moons, hanging in the air, felt as cold as the void, projecting an oppressive Yin Law.

  "Zhao Xu," Mo Yuan's voice echoed, as if coming from a different dimension, transcending the weight of the Law of Space. "Did you think the Devil Fire Abyss could hold your Painting Canvas? Thousands of years ago, the Star Formation was unable to withstand your rotten Devil Will. Now, my Three Mirror Moons will freeze every brushstroke of yours!"

  Facing him, Zhao Xu, enveloped in a dark robe, gave a hoarse laugh. The Sky Painting Canvas Domain behind him expanded, displaying a night scene painted with thick, wild strokes. Not a landscape, but the Devil Intent personified into a tangible form. On the Canvas, appeared rivers of blood, thousands of wailing souls, and ancient trees filled with chains and shackles.

  "Three Mirror Moons?" mocked Zhao Xu, his eyes radiating dark purple fire. "Your Dao-restraining Yin Law, Mo Yuan? You are a snail bound by dogma and rules! I have found my Dao in madness, in the unwritten void! If I cannot pierce your Domain, then my Painting Canvas will swallow it into rotten ink!"

  Zhao Xu moved his two hands, which seemed to emerge from the sides of the Painting Canvas, and the two giant hands began to tear the Law around the Three Mirror Moons Domain.

  WHUMP! BOOM! WHUMP! WHUMP!

  Mo Yuan felt his Domain tremble violently. His Law of Water and Cold, which should have been able to reflect and freeze, was now being pulled and sucked into the Painting Canvas, as if his entire Law were merely a pigment to be drawn into Zhao Xu's Canvas composition.

  "Ancient Devil Will!" Mo Yuan roared, his handsome face distorted by anger. "You never change, Zhao Xu! Your Canvas is still rotten with the atrocities of a thousand years ago!"

  Mo Yuan dared not let his Domain be contaminated. He raised a silver hand, and one of the Three Mirror Moons shot forward, not as an Artifact, but as a manifestation of Law Will. The Mirror Moon, radiating a chillingly cold aura, resonated with the Law of Heaven and struck straight into the heart of the Painting Canvas Domain.

  THUD!

  Mo Yuan, the graceful silver-haired man, felt his Dao core tremble. The Mirror Moon he projected struck Zhao Xu's Sky Painting Canvas, but the result was not the destruction he had hoped for. Instead, the Painting Canvas, filled with terrifying visualizations of Devil Intent, absorbed the cold energy of the Mirror Moon. The Ancient Devil's brushstrokes moved wildly over the canvas, mixing Mo Yuan's Law of Cold and Yin into his palette.

  "You are usurping my Dao!" Mo Yuan roared, his voice full of wrath. He flicked his hand, and the two remaining Mirror Moons spun frantically, radiating waves of boundless Water and Cold Law, attempting to freeze space and time around Zhao Xu.

  "Dao? Dao is merely color on my Canvas, Mo Yuan!" Zhao Xu countered, his hoarse, mad laughter echoing. The dark purple fire aura from his eyes swelled. He stepped forward, the Painting Canvas behind him suddenly flipped, displaying the same painting on both sides, creating an illusion of infinite depth.

  Mo Yuan felt himself being pulled into the Canvas. There, he not only faced Zhao Xu, but also thousands of residual Ancient Devil Wills from the era of Heaven's fall. They were painted souls, now alive and ready to contaminate Mo Yuan's Sacred foundation.

  "Ancient Devil Law, Sky-Swallowing Canvas!" Mo Yuan hissed, he exerted all his Sacred Will. The Three Mirror Moons Domain trembled, and pure Yin Law radiated out, attempting to purify the Devil Intent within the Canvas.

  However, Zhao Xu was prepared. The two giant hands emerging from the Canvas no longer tore; they now held large brushes, and with a single wild stroke, they painted a Freezing Space Seal that mimicked Mo Yuan's Law, but with a corrupting Ancient Devil touch.

  The Seal struck the Three Mirror Moons Domain. Mo Yuan cried out in pain, as he felt his own Dao being used against him. Weaver Transformation was a battle of Will and Personal Law; whoever could steal or contaminate the opponent's Law would be the winner.

  BOOM! CRASH!

  That devastating resonance, the result of the Devil Freezing Space Seal impacting the Three Mirror Moons Domain, tore the layers of Space around the Continent Crossing Vessel. The flying Artifact, already tilted and smoking, now began to crack along its hull, as if the ship were an ancient ceramic too fragile to withstand cosmic pressure.

  The area around them turned into horrifying lava embers, shockwaves hitting the surrounding area for tens of miles. Up in the air, the result of the Law clash seemed to make the thunder strike endlessly. Above the starry sky, Zhao Xu and Mo Yuan reappeared on opposite sides.

  At the exact same moment, above them, Mo Yuan's Three Mirror Moons Domain collapsed under the attack of Zhao Xu's Sky Painting Canvas. Zhao Xu laughed hoarsely, his Canvas had stolen too much Law, and Mo Yuan had paid a heavy price.

  BOOM! CRASH! CRACK!

  The explosion resulting from the Domain collapse and the release of the distorted Law destroyed a wider area. Zhao Xu floated in the air, raising one hand, and from the sky, a Blood Devil Palm appeared.

  "Mo Yuan! Do you dare receive this Devil Palm?!"

  "Why would I not dare?"

  Mo Yuan smiled bitterly. With a swift movement, a large crack appeared from the ground and a silvery scroll, the silk scroll rapidly extended upward to meet the Blood Devil Palm.

  The Mirror Silk Scroll, a Sky Artifact, radiated purified Water and Cold Law, fighting the foul and wild aura of the deadly Blood Devil Palm.

  The silver silk scroll opened, not to record or paint, but to reflect. When the Blood Devil Palm touched it, the scroll radiated a flash of pure Yin light. The deadly Devil Law of the palm was immediately distorted and reflected back, but with a touch of Mo Yuan's Cold Law that froze blood and soul.

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  BOOM!

  The clash produced an even more devastating shockwave, not only tearing Space but also slicing the Sea of Consciousness. Zhao Xu's Blood Devil Palm immediately shattered, and the fragments of foul blood energy shot back toward him.

  "Sky Artifact, Blood Freezing Mirror Silk!" Zhao Xu hissed, his mad laughter subsiding. He stomped his foot in the air. The Sky Painting Canvas behind him spun faster, and he quickly painted a thick Devil ink shield in front of him, absorbing the fragments of foul blood energy returning to him.

  "You still rely on mortal objects, Zhao Xu?" Mo Yuan retorted, his voice filled with cold derision. His face was pale, he had spent too much essence to stabilize the Blood Freezing Mirror Silk. "Your power is a loan from the past! While my Dao, though bound, is my own!"

  Zhao Xu ignored the taunt. His eyes, radiating dark purple fire, were fixed on the fleeing ship below them, moving like a frightened cockroach in a storm. The ship was still smoking, but its escaping speed indicated that a Grand Elder was exerting all their strength to flee.

  "Fleeing?" Zhao Xu roared. "There is no escape from my Painting Canvas!"

  He raised the two giant hands emerging from his Canvas. At the tip of the brush, he began to paint a Prison Space Formation. Thick Devil ink lines shot into the air with speed beyond mortal imagination, binding and freezing the Space around the Continent Crossing Vessel.

  Mo Yuan immediately realized his intention. If the ship was caught, the Five Element and Soul Transformation disciples would be unnecessary casualties. Although he and Zhao Xu held a thousand-year grudge, he did not want to contaminate his sacred hands with the blood of low-realm cultivators.

  "No, Zhao Xu! Focus on me!" Mo Yuan roared. He activated the Blood Freezing Mirror Silk Scroll to its maximum limit.

  The silk radiated a blinding flash. Mo Yuan spat out a mouthful of essence blood, but his pure Yin Law exploded. He reflected the Freezing Space Law that Zhao Xu had just stolen from his own Domain, repainting it, and projecting it into the air in front of the Prison Space Formation.

  THUD!

  Two versions of the same Prison Space Law—one pure, one Devil-contaminated—fought in the air. The Space between them was torn into deep black cracks that sucked away all light.

  Zhao Xu sneered madly. "You are wasting your foundation for trash, Mo Yuan! Let me see how long your sacred Law can withstand my Devil Will!"

  He moved the brush on the Sky Painting Canvas more wildly. Each brushstroke added thicker Ancient Devil Intent to the Prison Space Formation. Mo Yuan's reflected Law began to falter.

  Below, the Continent Crossing Vessel sped up with terrifying velocity, slipping through a thin gap between the fighting Space Laws. The pressure from the Weaver Transformation had destroyed most of the Ship, but Grand Elder Yan Shen and the female Grand Elder in the sky-blue robe exerted all their strength. Their faces were pale, but the new protective Formation they created could only last for a few breaths.

  On the deck, Zhi Xuan witnessed the hell in the sky, his sapphire eyes radiating cold calculation. He felt the Law vibration tearing the mortal foundation. His body, newly strengthened by the Wood Heart, felt unable to withstand the pressure; if the pressure continued, he would be destroyed.

  "See, Monkey. This is the beauty of the True Realm," Ruo Xianxue hissed, his voice sounding satisfied yet full of danger. "Weaver Transformation—they are the ones who weave their own Sky. Their Domain is Law. They are the Law."

  Zhi Xuan clenched his jaw. The pain from the distorted rocking of the Continent Crossing Vessel was minor compared to the terror of the Weaver Transformation Law tearing reality. He could feel his Sea of Consciousness, though protected by the Heavenly Samsara Wheel, trembling under the Domain pressure.

  "A Dao carved with blood and madness," Zhi Xuan murmured. He sheathed the Heavenly Trifold Reincarnation Cauldron into his sea of consciousness, allowing the Sky-level Artifact's energy to spin into a defensive knot around his Divine Wheel. "A beauty that kills."

  He glanced down at the Organ Transformation and Blood Transformation disciples who were now lying on the deck, unable to withstand the pressure and could only shiver in fear. Fei Sheng and Feng Yi, though their foundations were strong, now had to suppress all their essence just to remain conscious.

  In the sky, the battle between Mo Yuan's Blood Freezing Mirror Silk and Zhao Xu's Sky Painting Canvas became more brutal. Mo Yuan coughed up blood again. His pale face was now covered in cold blue lines emerging from his depleted Water and Yin Law.

  "A thousand years of grudge! And you still cannot surpass your rotten foundation, Zhao Xu!" Mo Yuan roared. His Blood Freezing Mirror Silk, reflecting the Prison Space Formation, began to crack along its surface.

  Zhao Xu, enveloped in a wild Devil aura, laughed madly. "A thousand years is just a brushstroke! I have repainted myself inside the Devil Fire Abyss! And you, Mo Yuan, you only see reflections in your Mirror! You do not see the real Sky!"

  He etched a new brushstroke on the Sky Painting Canvas. This time, he did not mimic Mo Yuan's Law of Space, but he painted Pure Death Intent—the tangible form of inevitable destruction. The Death Intent, radiating from the Painting Canvas, immediately moved toward the Blood Freezing Mirror Silk.

  Mo Yuan flinched. Death Intent was the most difficult Law to reflect. The Mirror Silk could only reverse Law, but it could not reverse the Absolute Will of death. He had to exert all his sacred essence, allowing his Yin and Water Law to subdue the Death Intent into frozen composure.

  THUD!

  The clash between Death Intent and Mo Yuan's Cold Law was a collision between cosmic fire and ice. The Continent Crossing Vessel tilted again, and this time, one of its wings broke with a heart-wrenching CRACK. The Grand Elders inside the Ship, Yan Shen and the female Grand Elder in the sky-blue robe, felt their protective Law collapse. They knew they only had time for one final move.

  Above the Starry Sky, as Zhao Xu's Death Intent began to damage Mo Yuan's spiritual foundation, a deep black crack suddenly opened in the void, directly above the Continent Crossing Vessel. The crack was not caused by the Domain clash; it was a Void Passage, a path formed by a Great Formation.

  The crack was so large and sudden that even Zhao Xu and Mo Yuan, who were submerged in the battle of Wills, paused. They both felt the same weight—a Law of Space that surpassed the ordinary Weaver Transformation realm, a Law that could only be possessed by the Supreme Elder of the Thousand Heavens Sect.

  On the ship deck, amidst black smoke and debris, Yan Shen, the female Grand Elder, and a male Grand Elder who now appeared on the front deck, looked at each other. In their eyes, there was cold relief, mixed with fear of the weight of the Law that had just materialized.

  "Void Crack!" the male Grand Elder muttered, his voice filled with deep respect. "The Supreme Ancestor has acted! We must seize this opening!"

  Without waiting for a command, the male Grand Elder, wearing a gray robe with intricate Star Formation embroidery, flicked his finger. The remaining spiritual essence in the Continent Crossing Vessel, although nearly depleted, suddenly radiated to the last Rune Formation on the ship's hull. The energy, gathered by Yan Shen and the female Grand Elder, immediately connected with the Supreme Void that had just opened.

  The deep black crack, radiating an aura of calm and absolute Law of Space, functioned like the mouth of a celestial dragon. It had no violent turbulence; instead, it was a Great Path opened by a Supreme Power capable of tearing space, making it a void passage.

  The Continent Crossing Vessel, which had been tilted and tossed, was suddenly pulled with an irresistible force. The speed of the pull transcended mortal imagination, as if the ship were a dry leaf sucked in by a cosmic hurricane. In the blink of an eye, the damaged ship launched into the deep black crack, leaving behind the chaotic Sea of Consciousness and Starry Sky.

  Above, in the middle of the Law battle arena, Zhao Xu and Mo Yuan were silent. Their faces, which had been filled with battle tension, were now replaced by expressions of shock and anger.

  "Weaver Transformation aura!" Mo Yuan roared, stabilizing his Blood Freezing Mirror Silk Scroll, preventing the Sky Artifact from being destroyed. He recognized the Will. "The Supreme Ancestor of the Thousand Heavens Sect! You dare interfere in our fight?!"

  Zhao Xu, whose Sky Painting Canvas had almost reached the limit of Death Intent destruction, laughed hoarsely. His laughter this time was filled with piercing frustration. "Rats! Those Thousand Heavens Sect rats escaped my Canvas! The Law of Space of the Supreme Ancestor... That Ancestor is still alive!"

  He moved his hand, trying to paint a new Prison Space Formation, but the Law of Space around the Supreme Void Crack had been sealed by a much higher Will. That Space was now immune to Weaver Transformation destruction.

  "Focus on me, Zhao Xu!" Mo Yuan roared, seizing the moment of Zhao Xu's distraction. His Blood Freezing Mirror Silk reflected a pure Yin Law. He no longer attacked to destroy, but to suppress and freeze.

  Zhao Xu snorted. He knew this battle of Wills would not yield a winner anytime soon, especially after the Supreme Ancestor of the Thousand Heavens Sect interfered. That Supreme Power had shifted the balance.

  "Mo Yuan," Zhao Xu hissed, pulling the Devil Brush from his Painting Canvas. The Canvas shrank back into a foul scroll, the Death Intent aura around it subsiding. "The next time we meet, I will paint a funeral for you on my Painting Canvas."

  Without waiting for a reply, Zhao Xu turned. With a single stomp of his foot, he tore Space in a different dimension and shot away, leaving only fragments of decaying Devil Law in the air.

  Mo Yuan stood alone in the middle of the torn Starry Sky. He stared at the Supreme Void Crack which was now slowly closing, as if the wound in reality was being stitched by a Sacred Law. He felt his own essence depleted, but he had succeeded.

  He had prevented Zhao Xu from contaminating the low realm. Mo Yuan took a deep breath. His handsome face returned to composure, although there was deep disappointment. He sheathed the Blood Freezing Mirror Silk Scroll.

  "Just wait. This thousand-year grudge must end. And that Devil Painting Canvas must be destroyed."

  Mo Yuan flicked his silver robe sleeve, and gracefully, he also stepped into a Space Crack he created, vanishing from sight, leaving the damaged Starry Sky as a witness to the Weaver Transformation battle.