The moment the pressure of divine law came crashing down, the entire Central Army Camp seemed to stop breathing.
There was no deafening boom, no surging spiritual radiance, yet every cultivator's soul felt as though it had been seized by an invisible hand.
Their minds hung suspended, their seas of consciousness trembled, and every sinew, bone, and vein in their bodies stiffened, leaving not even a sliver of room for autonomous circulation.
This was not the forcible suppression of cultivation. It was a Soul Interrogation that struck directly at the origin.
The laws of heaven and earth became the coldest scrutiny, descending upon every person. There was nowhere to hide, nothing that could be concealed.
Qin He was no exception.
In an instant, the surrounding tents, patrol soldiers, and the High God upon the platform all faded away. Every real scene in the world vanished.
His entire sea of consciousness became a vast, pure-white void.
At the summit of that void, a boundless, indistinct figure sat quietly.
Its face could not be seen, nor could the patterns of Its robes be discerned. Yet the aura spreading from Its body encompassed the order of heaven and earth, the rules of time, and the righteous path of the Divine Court, so weighty it could crush the light of eternity.
It was neither angry nor speaking, neither moving nor stirring. Simply existing there, It possessed a majesty that compelled all living beings to bow their heads.
Fine strands of golden light fell from the clouds. They were not dazzling, yet they pierced through the texture of his soul, illuminating every secret and every stray thought in the depths of his heart.
Instinctive reverence rose within Qin He.
It was the ultimate sense of insignificance a mortal felt when gazing at the heavens, an