"What a waste! You ignorant bumpkin!"
Wrath was bound to the mountaintop. Though weak, he could still shout astonishingly loud. "Primordial Laws don't have a Divine Seat to support them. If you force such high-grade Divine Might into them, they'll explode on the spot! I can't wait to see the backlash blow you to pieces!"
A silver-white waterfall of Divine Might thundered down and slammed into the two floating cores.
There was no explosion. No backlash.
The two fingernail-sized cores gave a cheerful hum. Vast amounts of Divine Might struck them without raising so much as a splash. It all vanished into them.
Far from bursting, the cores' once-blurry outlines grew more solid, and an overbearing pulse of law emanated from them.
Wrath's huge face froze, his mouth gaping wide enough to swallow an elephant. "That makes no damn sense! The rules of the Main Universe don't work like this!"
He had never seen anything like it. In the Main Universe, an Upper God seeking to perfect a subordinate authority had to spend thousands of years preaching among mortals, gathering Faith Power bit by bit to refine it.
Qin Chuan, on the other hand, was pouring extracted high-grade Divine Might over them like fertilizer!
"Rules?" Qin Chuan sat on the Dark Gold Throne, chin propped on one hand. His light voice carried across the entire Origin Realm. "Here, the rules I make are common sense."
Having drunk their fill of Divine Might, the two cores began flashing more slowly, as though urging him to feed them more.
"They can hold that much?" Qin Chuan raised an eyebrow.
Fine. He would increase the dose.
He turned his left hand, and the Chaos Chalice instantly spun faster.
"Ah! Slow down! You're going to rip the tube out!" Wrath's defiant voice turned into