The Embryonic Form of the Immortal Court, Grinding the "Rank-Demoting Edict" of Hypocrisy

The Blood Altar of Origin completely disintegrated beneath Chu Qing's palm, and the surging Causal Blood Ink was forcibly swallowed by Stone Ridge Mountain's grinding force, turning into the deepest streak of dark purple upon the Gods and Devils Great Wall.

Chu Qing went barefoot, stepping over the elder's remains curled up like a heap of wastepaper. Ahead lay a void passage that had been forcibly cut open. At the end of that passage, the outline of an Immortal Palace could be vaguely seen, its entire body made of Liuli, suspended above countless clouds of words.

That was the "Origin Core"—the Scribe's final study, and also the mother body of all the false immortal rules in this Chaos Sea.

"My lord, those 'word clouds' are carrying out real-time encoding targeted at us!"

Nangong Xue's voice carried an extreme chill. By now, she had completely entered the state of the Heavenly Demon Immortal Progenitor, and the Karma Scale behind her head kept tilting.

In the white clouds ahead, countless lines of interwoven dark gold runes suddenly gushed out. These runes were no longer simple attacks, but a logical commandment called "Cultivation Downgrade."

[Commandment: All living beings of Stone Ridge Mountain have cultivation deemed "redundant."]

[Setting: Strip away the Golden Core, return them to mortal flesh; shave off immortal bones, reduce them to mayflies born at dawn and dead by dusk.]

In that instant, the auras of Stone Ridge Mountain's ten million maidservants suffered an eerie, cliff-like plunge. Their abilities, which had once been capable of moving mountains and filling seas, under the illumination of that commandment, were truly like pencil marks erased by rubber, degenerating from "reality" toward "illusion."

This was the Scribe's trump card—denying your efforts from the underlying logic.

"You're using my path as your scrap paper?"

Chu Qing