Li Ming's expression flattened. "Oh, great. Heaven saw me and assumed malware."
He raised a hand in surrender. "Listen, I didn't come here to corrupt anything. I was just—"
A sword of molten Qi screamed past his head.
"Okay. Talking's off the table."
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He inhaled slowly. This wasn't the mortal realm. The constraints of cultivation didn't apply here. Every thought could be a spell. Every breath, a formation. Every intent, a weapon.
He extended his palm, drawing a circle in the air. The Qi strands bent toward him, eager, obedient.
"Let's see what omnipresence can do."
With a soft hum, a thousand seals flared into being around him, arranging themselves into a shifting mandala. The elemental threads coalesced, fusing into a single roaring current.
> "Dao Art: Harmonious Annihilation."
