Primordial Sacred Mountain was shrouded in mist and clouds, the forbidden ground with the richest Spiritual Energy in all of Primordial Sanctuary. Chu Qing walked through the air, and with every step he took, a layer of golden ripples spread through the void, as though heaven and earth themselves were bowing before him. Behind him, the Stone Ridge Dao Ship hovered above the Sea of Clouds like a guardian deity. The pure Spiritual Energy continuously surging from its hull made the sacred mountain's barrier seem utterly useless.
The Holy Domain Pope had long been seated upon the "Judgment Divine Seat" at the summit of the sacred mountain. He wore a robe embroidered with the laws of the stars, a heavy crown upon his head, and held a scepter symbolizing the rules of Primordial Beginning. Around him, dozens of red-robed archbishops stood in a circle, each of their Auras linked to the gravitational matrix of the entire world. When Chu Qing appeared, they did not attack, for they knew well that before absolute power, any physical assault was futile.
"Outsider, you used brute force to break the deadlock, yet you do not understand this world's order." The Pope slowly raised his head. His gaze burned like torches, carrying the pressure accumulated through long command over the fates of countless living beings. "The Spiritual Energy you spread will destroy this world's fragile ecosystem. The prosperity of Primordial Sanctuary rests upon the absolute balance of the Gravity Lock. If you continue spreading Spiritual Energy, this world will completely collapse under the strain."
Chu Qing did not stop until he stood merely thirty meters from the Judgment Divine Seat. He looked at that seemingly sacred throne, the corner of the mouth curling into a mocking arc. "Balance? It is nothing more than an excuse