In the white ocean of the Land of Origin, the dead ink left behind after the nine Ghostwriters collapsed did not disperse. Instead, it writhed through the void like something alive. Those pitch-black stains of ink swiftly interwove, turning into page after page of Dark Gold fragments stretching ten thousand miles long, blotting out the sky as they shrouded the air above Stone Ridge Mountain.
Chu Qing stood barefoot on the deck of the Black Diamond Dragon Ship, which was covered in cracks yet still held firm. He could feel the air around him rapidly growing viscous. It was not an accumulation of Spiritual Energy, but some kind of highly condensed "causal narration."
"Judgment: Stone Ridge Mountain is an 'heretical object.' Its continued existence must be severed."
"Setting: Chu Qing's domineering body, though tough, is brittle; it melts at the touch of wind."
In the void, row after row of bold, forceful golden characters appeared out of thin air. Those strokes carried an irresistible Will of the Heavenly Book. Each stroke that fell sent the Underlying Logic of the Chaos Sea into a frenzy of tremors.
Nangong Xue stood before the observation array formation, her delicate body shaking violently. In terror, she discovered that the Heavenly Demon Origin she had always taken pride in was actually beginning to undergo large-scale "formatting" beneath the radiance of those golden words.
"Master, be careful! These words are forcibly modifying our foundations!" Nangong Xue cried urgently, her fingertips clamping down hard on the Array Disk, thin threads of purple blood already seeping from between her fingers.
Chu Qing slowly raised his head, and the four faces, each with a different expression, all revealed a trace of contempt.
"You want to kill me with this kind of 'setting'?"
He gave a cold laugh, his voices