The robed old man paced in two circles, the fluctuations of his soul growing more erratic.
"Quick! Strip out your Dao Fruit and give it to me. I'll seal it away for you! Any later and it really will be too late!"
Qin Chuan suddenly laughed.
"Tired of keeping up the act?"
The old man stopped short.
"What do you mean?"
"You knew Blight's name."
"You knew the Lord of the Altar's deadline for making a sacrifice."
"And you knew every step of Sovereignty Succession."
Qin Chuan pointed at the souls around them, which still dared not approach even after regaining their freedom.
"They only know how to hide. But you even know the altar can devour ownerless laws."
The old man drifted backward.
"I've been imprisoned here for too long. Of course I know a lot."
"Of course?"
Qin Chuan drew [Moment of Utmost Darkness] and pointed its tip at the old man.
"There are thousands of souls here, all turned into materials for guarding the gate. Only you kept your mind intact, and you can still move freely under the Sovereignty Mark."
"You told me to destroy Myriad Creation, then strip out the Divine Authority in my Dao Fruit and hand it to you."
"If I actually did that, I'd be stripped of everything before the altar even got to eat me."
The old man stopped retreating.
Qin Chuan went on.
"You were once the Lord of the Altar."
"You couldn't deliver the God King Origin Essence, so this altar drained you dry and stuffed you into the Bone Gate as a guard."
"After Blight took over, you thought you'd have a chance. You never expected him to die."
All the souls around them turned toward the robed old man.
His tattered robe began to fall away. His