"Vmmm—"
The space on the ninth level let out a deep, muffled tremor.
The dark-gold chains forcibly poured the extremely concentrated God King Origin Essence into Qin Chuan's body like a water pump.
The bones throughout Qin Chuan's body crackled, while densely packed Shadow Law patterns surfaced across his skin.
The energy was simply too immense, carrying an unfathomable density of laws. It was like pouring cement into a small pond.
"Stop."
Qin Chuan raised his hand and snapped his fingers, directly severing the conduit connected to his body.
The Authority of Creation rapidly circulated, forcibly breaking down the energy in his body that had yet to run wild and compressing it into the Godhead Core.
Although the Headless God King was being sliced apart a thousand times over inside the bubble, his senses remained intact. When he saw Qin Chuan sever the connection of his own accord, he immediately burst into wild laughter.
"Hahaha! Can't swallow any more, can you?" the Headless God King shouted at the top of his lungs. "How could the God King Origin Essence be something a newly ascended brat like you can casually devour? Even if my realm has fallen, this is still High-Dimensional Laws condensed through countless tribulations! If you keep absorbing it, you won't need me to lift a finger. Your body will explode into pieces right here!"
"What are you yelling about?" Qin Chuan patted the dust from his clothes. "You can't grow fat from eating one bite. I understand that much. The God King Origin Essence is indeed tough, but that doesn't mean I have no way to deal with you."
He turned his head toward the domed ceiling.
"Tower Spirit, change the extraction mode," Qin Chuan ordered. "Don't pour the extracted Origin Essence into me. Stuff it all into