He had used the Star-Suppressing Tower as his foundation to nurture the Great Dao of reincarnation for several thousand years. His true soul had long since merged with the tower, becoming indestructible.
How could a mere lingering thought shake his foundation?
And it still wanted to try drawing firewood from under the cauldron and play the same possession trick on him?
The current situation was that the Mortal World Immortal wanted to possess Lin Heng, but Saint Ye had also used some unknown method to infiltrate the Six Paths foundation of the Star-Suppressing Tower, attempting to forcibly alter the laws of reincarnation.
If Saint Ye succeeded, the connection between him and the Star-Suppressing Tower would be severed completely. When the time came, the one possessed might be him.
"Saint Ye!" Lin Heng's heart shook, and he instantly felt the pressure plummet.
He endured the agonizing pain that felt as if his divine soul were being torn apart, and with a thought—
Buzz—!
A great banner wreathed in black qi appeared out of thin air behind him. The patterns on the banner swelled, clearly sensing Lin Heng's dire predicament.
Without needing his control, the Human Emperor Banner spontaneously released an unsurpassed pressure capable of suppressing the heavens.
The banner, originally a deep blue, gradually gathered golden light, reflecting the two words "Human Emperor." Those two words seemed condensed from the power of faith of billions upon billions of living beings, radiating a brilliant divine might.
Grand scenes of the myriad people offering sacrifices and ancient sages making prayers appeared around the banner.
The Netherworld had the Netherworld's way of using it, and the human world naturally had the human world's purpose for it.
The two forms of the Human Emperor Banner caught even Lin Heng by surprise.
What surprised him was