Meng Chao had not even begun to resist. The moment the thought of resistance arose, the seemingly colossal, sacred, inviolable, and utterly irresistible Radiant Will began to tremble violently.
Its hundreds of millions of gleaming tentacles, like rays of sunlight, writhed wildly like bacterial flagella about to be wiped out by disinfectant, as though it was not issuing an order, but begging Meng Chao to provide data that could decide life and death.
This display of being fierce on the outside but weak within made Meng Chao even clearer-headed, and he struggled with all his might.
The tentacles of light, seemingly thicker than pythons and tightly coiled around Meng Chao, all crumbled at the first touch.
Cracks of collapse raced along the tentacles and extended deep into the celestial-scale giant head. This head, which had drifted through the boundless sea of stars for hundreds of millions of years, could not withstand the fissures spreading from within. Pain twisted its expression as it opened its mouth and unleashed a wail that human ears could not receive, yet which made the soul tremble.
Yet no matter how agonized its expression was, it could never stir even the slightest sympathy in Meng Chao.
Meng Chao watched coldly as the cracks within the giant head grew denser and denser, until they finally spread across its mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and every inch of its "skin."
Its skin no longer possessed that crystal-clear, jade-like texture. It became as pitted and riddled with holes as weathered rock. After what seemed like an instant, or perhaps a struggle lasting hundreds of millions of years, the giant head shattered with a thunderous crash before Meng Chao, turning into specks of cosmic dust that scattered in every direction like Celestial Maiden Scattering Flowers.
However, the fissures inside the giant