Yan Zaizen started. His heart trembled about, blood surging through his body wildly as the shock pervaded his mind like a parasite. The disbelief caused the Death Star he had formed to slowly experience significant changes to its form, becoming disfigured and unbalanced in power.
A Death Star was the agglomeration of many world laws. These world laws co-existed in a delicate balance with the law of Death reigning supreme, furthering its development with the foundation of the others. So as his concentration split so did his control of the Death Star.
Hastily and urgently, Yan Zaizen initiated the uproar of life energy settled within his body. His body became shrouded in a burning white light. This white light was like a miniature sun within the Death Star, despite its immensely small size in comparison to the Death Star's current magnitude, it drew the attention of the world.
This white light contained as many laws, if not the exact extreme opposite of the Death Star's composition. The driving force was life, an overabundance of sheer life potential that seemed unyielding in essence. The white light grew brighter, and the black Death Star shrunk noticeably. Within moments, the Death Star appeared to implode on itself, all of the darkness entering the white light.
Then, Yan Zaizen held out his palm. Within the center of this palm was a dancing white light that was like an aurora borealis within the sky. This power could, theoretically, create a titan realm.
A Death Star kills, destroys, shrouds all in darkness. This white light, this Life Star, births, creates and gives life to all in its grace. It almost contained holiness that seemed untainted by the cruelty of the world, as if all the cruelty had been overcome by this white light not larger than a tennis ball. The surrounding area started to regrow and be nourished.
"Haaaa…" Yan Zaizen heaved a sigh in relief. His action was beyond risky and even had the potential to devastate this entire region. A Death Star was not a concept that should or could be played with. If it weren't for his absolute control over the myriad laws embodied within, he would have a very difficult time recalling this nigh-unstoppable force.
Clenching his palm into a fist, the white light entered his skin and faded as if it never existed.
Turning his attention towards the grey-robed woman once more, he couldn't help but feel a wave of a headache coming over him. If everything that happened regarding the grey-robed woman was odd, then when she revealed her face, Yan Zaizen understood the situation instantly.
Cultivators at his level could consider a thousand different scenarios from a million different directions within a split second, so deducing this wasn't much.
The grey-robed woman had the face of Yan Linzen!
"Yri, Disciple of the Indomitable Dao Palace, wielder of the Dao of Absolute Obsession[1]...how are you still alive?" Yan Zaizen's words were indifferently spoken, as if the earlier bout where they both laid down their trump cards and attempted to take another's life had been a dream. In truth, Yan Zaizen felt the entire situation to be somewhat surreal.
Within that temporal void before establishing his Dao Soul, he met a woman who seemed like an avatar out of time; however, it wasn't an avatar. Not exactly. Regardless, this woman was someone who lived billions of years ago before his birth, to be here currently felt almost surreal and impossible.
As for Yan Linzen's face? It was just a face, not hers. A tactic used to stall his actions, and only one person could have known of Yan Linzen or her complicated importance to him.
Yri, wearing Yan Linzen's face, smiled at her survival. This smile seemed calm, but inwardly, her heart was beating a thousand beats a second. She could've never predicted that Yan Zaizen could actually recreate an actual Death Star. The very concept would scare far too many people, likely causing them to be unable to sleep without cold sweats.
"It's great that you realized it before it was too late!" She said playfully, her earlier cold demeanor swiftly vanished. She dragged her jade hand across her face, a ripple surged, and her appearance changed. This wasn't the Dao of illusion, but physically using energy to modify the structure of one's face. In the world of cultivation, this was simple and easy. While one could not just change their bloodlines, birth race, or soul-based gender easily, they can easily make physical alterations of their bodies.
It was this very reason that prejudice for appearance rarely existed in the cultivation world.
"You didn't answer my question." Yan Zaizen was stone-faced, unwilling to intermingle with this woman who was hard to figure out.
Yri smiled. Her appearance solidified. This new appearance was beautiful, elegant, and contained a hint unfathomable amongst mortals. Yan Zaizen's eyes squinted carefully inspecting the contours and characteristics of this angelic face. The countenance of this new face was bright and soft like water, her irises were grey with black pupils, her light-grey hair seemed to flow with a flourishing white highlight, and ash-grey eyebrows that were slim and perfect. However, despite that odd shades of different colors, it made her incredibly attractive.
Yan Zaizen speculated whether this was her real appearance. The image of the blurry temporal form from the temporal void space emerged in his mind, and he felt that the contours of her face and hair matched. The only difference was her body, which seemed to be developing unlike the other.
Specifically, her breasts before were definitely more voluptuous and her height a little taller.
Seeing Yan Zaizen inspected her intently, she chuckled coquettishly. This caused Yan Zaizen to snap out of his stupor, his eyes growing slightly colder.
"I don't know why or how you're here, but since you helped me develop my new soul, I'll forgive your act only once and spare your life. However, only once." Coldly declaring, Yan Zaizen prepared to leave. He had questions, many of them, but his time was limited, and he didn't want to be embroiled in a scheme that would delay his goal—saving Pinaka.
"Wait!" Yri anxiously called out. Yan Zaizen's actions and ability was out of her predictions, but she still had some relief in her heart at his survival. Unfortunately, her original plan would have to be set back…
Yan Zaizen directly ignored her. His eyes flickered with a streak of bright, white light and his body seemed to illuminate from the inside like a lamp containing a light bulb. Unlike before, Yan Zaizen decided to forgo the Death Lightning as a means of transportation, deciding to resort to Law of Light. Even in the Dusk Zone where Light was weaker on the ladder of laws, Yan Zaizen was no longer subjected to this restriction.
He had grasped a profound concept earlier where he could dismiss certain laws and even influence his environment, it felt like the Law of Heaven. With this newfound ability, his abilities would, much like a Celestial, no longer be subjected to the restriction of the environment.
Like a comet of light, he shot away across the sky.
"..." Yri stood there, her mouth agape in shock.