The instant the first wisp of Heavenly Dao Authority sank into his brow, Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit shook violently.
It was an absolute collection of rules, devoid of any emotion.
Utterly impartial, utterly just, viewing all things as pieces in motion.
This power tried to assimilate Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit, and began spontaneously clearing away every thought within it, turning him as well into part of the rules.
Joy, anger, sorrow, happiness, memories of the past, Obsession—all were judged by this power of rules as "disorder," and it attempted to forcibly smooth them away.
But before the will of a Hunyuan Grand Ultimate Golden Immortal, this broken Heavenly Dao Authority could not withstand a single blow.
He could not go along with this thing.
Once he was thoroughly washed clean, he would no longer be the controller himself, but would fall into being a puppet on strings, dancing to the operation of the Heavenly Dao's rules.
Back when Hongjun had Unified with Dao, he had merged his body with heaven, and the two sides had compromised with one another.
But now, the Pangu Realm did not lack a Heavenly Dao. What it lacked were obedient rules.
Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit stood unmoving like a towering mountain, its vast power enveloping this cold force of rules.
Boom!
Zhou Ming's body shook violently. Within his sea of consciousness, countless golden chains of law rammed about madly, trying to break free of their restraints and reestablish that lofty order above all things.
And Zhou Ming manipulated his own Great Dao again and again, refining those rebelling laws one by one.
Under this method, the rejection within the Heavenly Dao Authority receded bit by bit.
Those icy threads of rules began to coil of their own accord around Zhou Ming's Primordial Spirit, merging with