In the depths of the white ocean, the Hall of the Scribe, piled together from the heads of countless cultivators, emitted waves of tooth-aching friction sound. Every head was trembling, and the karmic scriptures they chanted turned into tangible shackles in the void, trying to drag the Black Diamond Dragon Ship bodily into the Abyss named "ordinary."
Chu Qing stood barefoot and steady at the bow, letting those karmic shackles coil around his ankles. Deep in his pupils, that Purple Gold vortex was spinning madly in time with the rhythm of Stone Ridge Mountain's Grindstone.
"My lord, be careful! The Immortal Brush of Fate on the palace roof moved!" Nangong Xue's urgent voice came from behind. The Karma Scale in her hand had already begun letting out piercing Explosive Sounds from overloading, its needle shuddering wildly.
At the very top of the Hall of the Scribe, a deathly pale immortal brush large enough to span a galaxy floated up. Its tip was soaked in karmic fluid as thick as ink, and it wrote with sweeping, dragon-flying, phoenix-dancing strokes in the void, carving down a line of cursive script enough to make an era collapse:
Judgment: Stone Ridge Mountain is an illegal structure and should be dismantled. Fate Decree: All Chu Qing's previous deeds were flowers in a mirror, moon in the water. His foundation should rot, and his rank should fall three levels.
The moment that stroke was completed, the logic of the entire Land of Origin was instantly reorganized. An indescribable higher-dimensional field of rules descended upon Chu Qing in an instant. Chu Qing felt the surging, unceasing True Blood of the Inverse Dragon within him actually begin to dry up across vast areas, while his originally crystal-clear Progenitor immortal bones seemed, in this moment, to be roasted madly