This Thing-Does It Look Like Shadow Crocodile?

"Emperor Chang Jin" pressed his palms together, and his eyes suddenly erupted with endless evil, coldness, mercy, kindness, and the information and fortunes of countless living beings, all jumbled together.

"Of course, before transcending as a natural phenomenon, the last thing I have to do is kill you all."

Transcendence?

A trace of mockery appeared in Jian Xin's expression.

How could he not know that Emperor Chang Jin had completely fallen?

He had eternally sunk into the beauty of that "transcendence," sunk beneath that omnipotent, mighty force.

But was this kind of transcendence truly transcendence?

Was it not death?

If one cultivated one's personal karma, remained untouched by Karmic Debt, and possessed such vast, pure, spotless personal fortune, then one would indeed be an incomparably terrifying and powerful immortal.

But yours is a vast, mixed fortune. This mighty force does not belong to you, so how can you be considered transcendent?

Your mind has been bewitched by Karmic Obstruction, and your wisdom has been stained!

Jian Xin had already sensed it earlier. Emperor Chang Jin was gradually growing stupider, his mind clouded and his temper quick to flare, which was why he had acted so impulsively, inexplicably craving more Karmic Debt and absorbing it frenziedly.

He had fallen into a Great Karmic Demon.

Karmic Debt bewitched the heart. Emperor Chang Jin was answering the tribulation, his mind obscured by obstruction, which was why he had done all kinds of foolish things. He was swallowing an irreversible poison of cause and effect, transforming into some inhuman, inconceivably terrifying celestial phenomenon.

At this moment.

Sensing Jian Xin's surging battle intent, that enormous tribulation was baffled. "Why would you try to kill me?"

"Would you try to kill electromagnetism? Would you try to kill water, fire, or wind?"

"I hold cause in my