The air inside the Origin Study seemed to freeze completely in that instant, then, like plastic wrap scorched by high heat, gave off an ear-piercing sound of distortion. The Scribe slowly reached out and drew a jade brush flowing with Dark Gold divine splendor from deep within that heap of draft pages like garbled code.
This was his bonded treasure—[True Heavenly Dao Immortal Pen].
The brush tip had not been dipped in ink, yet the instant it appeared, every thread of karma around it snapped apart. The Scribe's face remained blurred, but in those starry compound eyes, Killing Intent had already spilled out like something solid.
"Chu Qing, I have held the brush for tens of millions of Epochs, and never has there been a single variable capable of making me use this pen." The Scribe's voice carried a sense of high-dimensional judgment. He swung his arm sharply, and the immortal pen carved a blinding white scar through the void. "Since you refuse to become the protagonist, then as a 'disordered description' to be completely deleted, return to nothingness!"
As his words fell, the tip of the immortal pen erupted with aurora bright enough to blind. Two enormous, majestic Golden Light characters, bearing an unquestionable will, thunderously condensed in the void.
[Erasure].
The instant those two characters took shape, Chu Qing felt his Five Senses rapidly degenerate. His originally indestructible Dragon-Defying Tyrant Body actually began turning transparent from the edges under the transcription of those two characters. The sensation was unspeakably strange. It was not the collapse of the flesh body, but a denial of the very concept of "existence" from the depths of his soul, from the root of his being.
Chu Qing lowered his head and looked at his hands as they faded, even able to see the