Chu Qing stood on the edge of the altar, looking down at this lofty god.
(Microexpression): The corners of his mouth pressed down slightly, and the Liuli-colored radiance in his eyes had been completely replaced by this savage violence.
"Let's talk, Heavenly Slave."
Chu Qing extended one hand, a wisp of Purple True One Fire dancing at his fingertips, capable of formatting all things.
"Will you kneel on your own, or do I have to grind this pretty skin of yours to mush first, then lift you by the neck... and make you kneel?"
The woman—the World Will of this realm—had a look of almost twisted humiliation appear on that breathtakingly beautiful face.
(Physiological display): Her nails sank deep into the altar's star fragments, scraping out a piercing "hiss, hiss." Golden motes of light seeped from every pore; that was the world's origin burning violently from excessive rage.
"Madman... You think that just because you swallowed hundreds of thousands of paths, you can call yourself king in this graveyard?"
True Heaven suddenly lifted her head, her long hair thrashing wildly like a nest of startled snakes. "This world is still mine to command! Era Restart—Nirvana!"
Boom—!
With that shriek, the entire underground palace collapsed in an instant.
It was not the destruction of a building, but the direct evaporation of physical laws. Chu Qing felt the ground vanish beneath his feet; the once-solid altar turned into viscous black liquid with an extremely strong corrosive nature. It was primordial chaos.
The flow of time around him began to turn utterly bizarre. Chu Qing saw his right hand rapidly turning gray and withered; this was "heaven" forcibly stripping away his lifespan, trying to reclaim all the progenitor-level vitality in his body.
(Inner thought): *You're still playing with permissions at a time like