The inner doors of the Hall of the Scribe, heavy as an epoch, let out a piercing wail under Stone Ridge Mountain's violent impact. Chu Qing stepped over the shattered remnants of the three golden-ink divine generals' ranks and walked barefoot into the strangest space within the Origin Core—the "Draft Pool."
The void here was no longer deathly white, but a murky gray chaos. Countless abandoned fragments of civilization and unfinished cultivation techniques twisted madly in the air like headless venomous snakes. And at the center of the Draft Pool, an old man in a tattered scholar's robe, his eyes hollow, hovered above a black length of silk ten thousand miles long.
He was the "Extinction Compiler" under the Origin Scribe, specifically responsible for erasing those "mutated kindlings" that had exceeded control.
"Chu Qing, you crossed the Inkstone Guardian and broke the rules of this palace. Then I can only personally write you into a 'dead end.'" The old man's voice was low and deep. In his right hand, he gripped an "Extinction Pen" pieced together from the finger bones of countless powerful beings. The pen tip trembled, and karmic ink carved a soul-shaking arc through the void.
Chu Qing held the Overlord Spear in one hand, the spear tip angled toward the ground, a wicked, cold smile hanging at the corner of the mouth. "Rules? In this Chaos Sea, wherever I set my foot, that's where the rules are. You old mixed-feathered bastard, you've written trash drafts for a few epochs and really think you can cut off someone's immortality?"
A fierce light burst from the old man's eyes. The Extinction Pen swept wildly across the silk, stirring up waves of bone-piercing yin wind. "The path of cultivation is meant to proceed step by step. A variable like you