Above the core altar of the Hall of the Scribe, white smoke no longer rose. In its place, the thick, ink-like Blood of Causality poured madly back through the altar's patterns. The Vague Phantom holding the "Heavenly Book Pen" had now swelled its dharma form to ten thousand zhang. Every strand of hair flashed with cold logical code. It looked down at Chu Qing, who had broken through the door, with no anger in its eyes—only a programmed chill and shock.
"Variable Chu Qing, you are destroying the Chaos Sea's 'established aesthetics.'" The Vague Phantom spoke, its voice like clashing metal and stone, stirring layer after layer of spatial ripples through the great hall. "Your existence is a passage of chaotic text without the slightest rhythm. Verdict: 'seal the manuscript' and return it to the primordial Nirvana."
As its voice fell, the "Heavenly Book Pen" spanning the galaxy suddenly paused.
[Pen Descends: Chu Qing's immortal status is "false testimony."] [Annotation: Ten thousand laws wither. Strip away the weight of his Dragon-Defying Tyrant Body and reduce it to nothing.]
The instant that line of text was completed, the logic of the entire Land of Origin was forcibly rewritten. Chu Qing felt the Dragon-Defying Tyrant Body around him, which had originally defended against ten thousand laws and stood indestructible, begin to soften in an extremely bizarre way at that moment. The Dark Gold Dragon Patterns seemed truly to be transforming into a kind of viscous black ink. That "stripping away" on a conceptual level tried to make him regress from a living, breathing Progenitor into a botched passage in a book, smeared out and erased.
This attack of "textual dimensional reduction" was vicious to the extreme. It was not competing with you in immortal essence power, but in whose rank was closer