Outside the Hall of the Scribe, the scraps of paper formed from nine thousand imperial guards had yet to hit the ground before the Grindstone aura radiating from Chu Qing ground them into nothingness. The causal decree that had once shrouded ten thousand li failed to stir even the faintest final ripple before absolute Violently Dismantle.
Chu Qing was barefoot, stepping onto the White Bone Staircase piled from countless discarded words. With every step, a ring of dark-purple ripples burst from the soles of his feet, directly shattering the "logic curses" that tried to cling and climb onto him. His Progenitor Status rose to its peak at this moment, and the dark-gold patterns on the surface of his Dragon-Defying Tyrant Body had already emerged through his flesh, transforming into the faint outline of a Grindstone that slowly turned behind him.
"Master, I've detected extremely strong law fluctuations inside the hall. The Scribe may be forcibly modifying the 'existence probability' of this area!" Nangong Xue's urgent voice rang out through the grand formation's frequency. At this moment, she was holding down the central hub of Stone Ridge Mountain, her fingertips shifting at great speed, fine beads of sweat already seeping from her brow.
Chu Qing gave a cold snort. The purple-gold dots in his eyes suddenly spread, and his field of vision instantly pierced through the heavy palace doors.
In his sight, the interior of the Hall of the Scribe was no longer ordinary furnishings, but rows upon rows of logic code flashing with dangerous red light. These codes intertwined into a net, turning the entire grand hall into a massive "System Editor."
[Warning! Illegal intrusion detected. Environmental parameters being rewritten...] [Setting: Air density within the Hall of the Scribe increased ten thousandfold. Pressure increased to "World-Extinction Level."]
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