As everyone knows, back when the Southern Continent, North Land, Central Earth, and Thousand Islands were undivided, the world was as one, and everything within the mortal realm was under the control of the Eternal Empire.

After the end of the original Chaos Era, the perpetual Empire unified everything, dominating all, with its reign even stretching over a span of thousands of years...

Its power was terrifying, its foundation profound, and its wealth abundantly evident.

Under such a premise, as a member of the rebellion group Mo, what is needed in addition to determination and willpower is, most critically, the ability to flee!

Faced with the Empire's intermittent and stringent crackdowns, their attacks as thorough as plowing fields and sweeping houses, their encirclements as emptying as wiping the ground clean, what the ancient Mo Zhe could do, was merely to scurry about, hiding in the dark corners of the world.

Living from one meal to the next without assurance of another, that was the norm.

What's that you say?

A workshop?

Dream on, friend!

Forget about a workshop, even if you tried to build a brick-and-tile house, the Empire would tear it down and grind it to dust before you could even get the ceiling up.

The wheat you've just sown in the field, pulled up. The sow about to farrow in the pen, slaughtered. Even the earthworms on the ground would be split in half!

For this reason, craftsmen must minimize their reliance on workshops and all sorts of equipment to the greatest extent, never lingering in one place for long unless necessary.

Any trace left by an unregistered workshop becomes a craftsman's death warrant.

However, the absence of a workshop turns a craftsman into a useless bureaucrat without his portfolio, a bottle of soda that has lost its fizz, a bouncer who is not needed at the door, an author without recommendations and monthly votes...

It is a state of being you could not exactly say is dead, yet far from what you could call alive; not quite alive, yet only a breath away from death.

Such a thing is indispensable, yet possessing it could also be lethal.

Faced with such a desperate situation, generations of members, Heavenly People and Chosen Ones, after many attempts and explorations in secret, finally found the best solution.

This is the origin of Non-attack.

To rid craftsmen of their dependency on workshops and tools—indeed, to cast aside workshops and tools—using their hands directly on the material, performing alchemy operations with their own spiritual power!

Therefore, without need for a Melting Furnace, wherever the hands reach, Non-attack can manipulate material properties at will. Without tools, wherever spiritual power touches, Non-attack creates circuits and runes with ease.

As long as a craftsman's hands remain, the struggle of Mo will never cease.

As long as a craftsman's soul is intact, the realm of innovation shall never perish!

No restrictions, no shackles.

All things in the universe are created by these hands, all under the heavens and the earth are formed by these fingers!

This is "Non-attack Creation"!

With it comes absolute control over spiritual power!

Whether it be guiding, catalyzing, diffusing, focusing, extracting, or purifying... just like what Ji Jue once dreamed of, the free extraction and manipulation of the spiritual essence within any material.

Just as Ji Jue saw in that instant when he merged with Non-attack—worlds materialized from Invisible hands, all creations of Non-attack, their origin in the craftsman's hands.

As long as it is within the scope of Ji Jue's ten fingers, all changes in spiritual power cannot escape his control. Unless the nature and amount exceed ten times the capacity of Ji Jue's control, then it is inevitably within his interference.

Regrettably for Lou Feng, no amount of effort helps. From the very day Non-attack was conceived, it became the bane of all abilities involving spiritual operation.

Every technique based on the manipulation of spiritual power is doomed to revert to its true form upon encountering it!

Our hero is like this, possessing a beauty of intensity.

Why didn't you BAN it?

Oh, it seems it's not your turn anyway, never mind.

Go die quickly!

Ji Jue pulled the trigger once more, emptying the last row of bullets on his belt.

Snap!

With a flick of his hand that seemed careless, the raging beast formed by Spiritual Shaping froze and began to dissipate as quickly as it appeared, fragile as an illusion at a touch.

Thus, watching Lou Feng's expression as though he had seen a ghost, Ji Jue casually hid his cracking skin, curling nails, twitching and numbness—almost uncontrollable—right hand behind him.

Fingers clenched tight.

Embers series spiritual enhancement, material operation.

On the intricate and dark patterns, a faint light sparkled momentarily.

Under the operation of Non-attack, refining began, targeting the damaged hands, aiming for a return to their original state.

This is a basic alchemy operation – Recovery, now bolstered by both Fluid Alchemy and Modern Alchemy, advancing along two fronts, internal and external.

In an instant, peeled wounds sealed, bruises faded, masked by force, nails returned to their place, restored to their original form.

As if nothing had happened at all, flawless.

Regarding the minute fractures and fissures on the bones, ruptured capillaries, and torn muscles... unless Mr. Lou's eyes came equipped with an X-ray feature, no ghost could see them.

That's the true wonder of Magic, as long as you can't figure out what trick lies behind the thin veil, then everything before you appears natural and miraculous.

Lou Feng did not need to know that Ji Jue's level was still too low, that merely countering the opponent's Spiritual Shaping sporadically already took all he had to bear, he only needed to know that all his proud Lou Family heritage and offensive strategies appeared as mere jokes before his adversary, that was enough.

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