The lines on that hand carried neither energy nor Laws, but order.
Absolute, unquestionable order that stood above all things.
Before that order, his Delusion-Breaking Eye was like an ant gazing up at the heavens, unable to see where they ended.
His Divine Sense Incarnation grew even more insubstantial, as though it might dissipate at any moment.
"Human Emperor!"
Kong Xian finally spoke, his voice low, as if forced from deep within his chest. "Did you see it clearly?"
The Human Emperor did not answer.
He slowly rose from the Stone Chair. His movements were slow, as slow as an old man nearing the end of his days. In his clouded eyes was the reflection of the golden giant hand in the Light Mirror.
His gaze pierced the Light Mirror and Spacetime, as though he were looking directly at the giant hand.
"I saw it clearly."
His voice was frighteningly calm.
"The World Will can't wait any longer."
He paused. A complicated emotion flashed through his clouded eyes. "It isn't impatient to kill Fang Chen. It's impatient to stop him."
"Stop him from doing what?" the God Emperor pressed.
The Human Emperor did not answer.
His gaze fell on the young figure sitting cross-legged beneath the Time Bell in the Light Mirror. For the first time, an emotion he had never shown appeared in his clouded eyes.
Anticipation.
"From becoming the next Heavenly Venerable."
The hall fell deathly silent once more.
The seven ancient beings all fixed their gazes on that young figure.
He sat cross-legged beneath the Time Bell, with the Heaven Refining Furnace battling the golden giant hand beside him, the boiling Sea of Laws behind him, and the onrushing Devil Race army before him.
There was no fear on his face, no panic. Only calm.
As if