Yang's entire body turned icy cold. A chill rose from the deepest part of his heart, and he had the illusion that he had truly been buried beneath frozen earth, doomed to sink into oblivion.
He fought with all his strength, yet his scalp prickled. He was a True King—how could someone decide his life and death with a single word?
When True Kings dealt with other supernaturals, even True Saints, their words could become law. But to use that against a True King of the same realm was simply absurd.
"Wake up. Open your eyes and take a look. You are content with the status quo, stretched out amid the frozen earth—this is the beginning of death. You believe in a false world, yet refuse to return to reality? Your so-called Return to Truth Path is merely a forked road. Reality lies within the frozen earth, waiting for you to accept it..."
Wang Xuan spoke true words, which transformed into a special radiance that "washed" Yang's flesh and spirit alike, expounding the essence of the world.
In fact, when he used a single word to determine a True King's fate, even he himself believed it. During this process, he resonated and harmonized with the sole Dao, manifesting a real scene.
In a sense, this was neither a curse nor a prophecy technique. It was the power to Create All Things and extinguish ten thousand worlds, constructing an ultimate True King domain between the two.
For instance, he had truly created frozen earth now. Even though Yang was a True King, he could not see through its falseness. A special power pervaded it, knocking "Yang" down and intending to use this to destroy him.
Within this wondrous scene, Yang was utterly horrified. He fought fiercely again and again, but here,