"My will belongs to me alone!"
Qin Chuan's furious shout exploded through the mental plane like the first thunderclap at the birth of Chaos. It slammed into the "Cage of Law" that sought to Format his soul completely.
Aisera's voice rang out like a thousand judges delivering a verdict at once. Every syllable carried an irrefutable sense of "rightness" and "heavenly law," echoing in the depths of his consciousness: "Obey! This is the foundation of the universe, the beginning of order! Your very existence violates iron law. Only by submitting can you find redemption!"
Countless silver threads—the conceptual shackles given form by Myriad-Law Oathbind—wound ever tighter around him, trying to brand eternal runes of enslavement onto Qin Chuan's soul.
Qin Chuan felt as though his mind had been thrown into a furnace, every inch of his will seared by the flames of Holy Law.
But the powers within him—the depths born of shadow, the Final Silence that nurtured death, and the secrets of space that could Rend the Void—were no longer mere powers. At that moment, they became extensions of his will, part of his unique understanding of the world.
"Your law is your path, not mine!"
Qin Chuan's will became an invisible greatsword, its edge forged from his most primal longing for freedom and his unshakable resolve to follow his own path.
Shadow Power surged into a bottomless curtain, swallowing those "correct" laws and shielding his mind from their influence.
The True Meaning of Death spread outward, carrying the aura of all things coming to an end. Before Termination, any "rule" seemed feeble.
Space Law trembled, raising layer upon layer of warped barriers around his will and making it difficult for the threads of law to find their mark.
Boom!
A soundless blast shook the Mental World.
The sword