Since the sky was covered, the heavens began to show their holiness

"This life form does look a bit like Gwen."

Zhou Xian looked at Tibers, who had turned into a doll again, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Gwen?" Anne clutched the little bear doll and blinked with her head tilted. The ends of her fiery red hair were still stained with sparks. "Tibbers was transformed from an old doll that mom sewed!" She gently stroked the patch on the bear's paw, and a few tiny lights seeped through the gaps in the fabric. Before she finished speaking, the doll suddenly trembled in her palm, and a sly light flashed in its black eyes.

"Runeterra is such a magical place."

Zhou Xian's fingertips traced the faintly visible magic patterns on the stone table, and his eyes turned to the star tracks floating outside the window.

Those glimmering fragments of laws were floating into the windowsill like dandelions. Compared to the Panlong world he was familiar with, the rules here were like an unfolded parchment scroll: the wind element would condense into transparent wings and fly across the wheat fields, the stone element would hum ancient ballads in the mineral veins, and even the flame in the arms of the little girl holding a doll was woven from the pure laws of the fire element.

"In the world of Panlong, the laws are unpolished gems buried deep in the rock." He looked at the dancing flames in Annie's hair and suddenly thought of the giant dragon sleeping in the Warcraft Mountains. "The dragons need to knock on the rock for thousands of years before they can see a glimpse of the law. And here..." He tapped the table with his knuckles, startling a group of butterflies made of light dust. "Even young children can hold the laws as candy and play with them."

After a sigh, Zhou Xian did not delve into the reasons. With his current state, it was too early for him to touch these things. However, this world was perfect for cultivation: when walking in the streets, the wind could carry the fragments of the wind element law across the hair; when sitting in meditation, the earth element in the soil would condense into tiny light spots and climb up to the fingertips.

In just two months, his understanding of the rules of death had entered a deep realm. If he were in the Coiling Dragon World, this level of attainment would be enough to knock on the door to becoming a god. The seven elemental laws were also introduced one after another, like seven half-closed doors, which were gently pushed open by the wind of the Rune Land.

Currently, only the rule of destruction has not been touched. Zhou Xian looked at the dark golden law fragments surging in his palm. They were like bound thunder, restless under the shadow of the rule of death but unable to take shape.

Although destruction and death both belong to the category of apoptosis, they are closer to the violent core of the law - just like the void cracks that occasionally crack in Runeland, the breath that overflows in an instant is closer to the essence of "destruction" than any other element.

"Tibbers?" Annie hurriedly held up the doll's trembling body and found that the patches on the bear's paws were oozing tiny sparks - that was the reaction it would have when it was scared. She looked up at Zhou Xian, but saw dark golden mist surging from Zhou Xian's fingertips. The mist twisted into the shape of bone spurs like a living thing, and even the air made a slight whine.

Tibers suddenly whimpered like a baby animal, and his hair formed by the tongues of fire began to curl up and carbonize. His black eyes reflected the vague shadow of destruction behind Zhou Xian, and he shrank into Annie's arms like a small animal that saw its natural enemy.

"Don't be afraid..." Annie patted the doll's back and suddenly noticed that the dark gold mist in Zhou Xian's palm was strangely resonating with Tibers' flames - every time a wisp of mist approached, the flame would burst into dazzling bright gold, like an instinctive resistance erupting in fear.

"The crystallization of the combination of the law of fire and the law of life." Zhou Xian muttered to himself. The Tibers in front of him was like a textbook in his eyes. In his eyes, the flames around Tibers were no longer a simple aggregation of elements, but a network of living laws interwoven with golden veins: the red-gold tongues of fire were the tyrannical core of the fire element, but were entangled by layers of spider-web-like pale gold threads - those threads were clearly the concrete form of the law of life, and they were weaving the destructive fire element into a life form full of intelligence with a delicate rhythm like sewing.

At the patch of the bear's paw, two laws were undergoing a wonderful chemical reaction: the fiery fire element washed away the toughness of the life thread, but in the collision, a star of silver light splashed out - that was the new possibility created by the friction of the two laws. The destructive mist on Zhou Xian's fingertips dissipated unconsciously, and he suddenly realized why Tibers was afraid of his own power - destruction and life were the extremes of the scale, and this fire bear "patched" by love stood at the most delicate balance point of the scale.

"Destruction and life."

Zhou Xian's eyes suddenly lit up. The outlines of destruction and life gradually overlapped in his consciousness: the vigorous growth of life requires the destruction of old things to make room, just like the forests of Runeland wither every autumn, so that new buds can break through the ground on spring nights. He looked at the golden line of life flickering in Tibers's flames, and suddenly thought of the dragon's nest in the Panlong world.

"The pile of bones beneath the dragon's nest is the breeding ground for new dragons to hatch."

The mist of destruction on the fingertips was no longer agitated, but like a stream flowing into a lake, it gently wrapped around a wisp of the law of life in the void - when the two touched each other, there was no expected conflict, but instead, extremely fine silver flowers bloomed at the collision point, like the first cluster of flames in the darkness. Zhou Xian's breathing stagnated, and he realized that he had touched the threshold of a key law: perhaps destruction has never been the opposite of life, but its hidden symbiosis, like a blade and a scabbard, shadow and light.

"I didn't expect that I would accidentally learn the rules of destruction. This is a pleasant surprise."

Zhou Xian extinguished the last wisp of destructive mist with his fingertips, and looked at the eleven colors of light flowing in his palm - the dark gold of death, the emerald green of life, the red gold of fire... Each law condensed into a miniature seal, like a gem inlaid in the divine consciousness. The way of the divine clone in the Panlong world emphasizes "the embodiment of the law". Every time a series of laws are mastered, an avatar can be condensed. Now that the eleven seals have been initially formed, it means that the prototypes of the eleven clones have been outlined in the void.

He looked toward the tall tower in the distance. The star tracks on top of the tower were rotating according to some mysterious law. The network of laws of Runeland might be the perfect melting pot to help him complete the path of the eleven divine clones.

Tibers poked his head out from Anne's arms at some point, and a tongue of fire wrapped around a rune of life gently touched the rune of destruction on his palm. The two clusters of light entwined and danced like old friends, startling Anne so much that she let out a soft cry.

Zhou Xian chuckled, and the eleven-colored glimmers of light on his fingertips merged into a tornado, dyeing the thunderclouds on the distant mountaintops into rainbow colors. "When we return to the Panlong world... maybe we can try to use destruction as the thread and sew the law of life into a scabbard?"

Zhou Xian temporarily suppressed the glimmer of laws in his soul and cast his gaze toward the vast horizon of Rune Continent—the floating Targon Peak in the north was flickering with arcs of stars, and the fragments of the laws of the ancient Shurima Empire were buried deep under the Shurima Desert in the south.

(End of this chapter)