"Built upon the pain and resentment of countless living beings."
"Seemingly powerful, but with an unstable foundation and flaws everywhere."
"Before the primordial Chaos, you are nothing more than clay chickens and earthen dogs."
These words struck the Blood Prison Divine King's heart like a heavy hammer.
The Dao he took the greatest pride in, the foundation he relied upon to survive.
In the other party's mouth, it had become utterly worthless.
"What do you know? Power is power. There is no distinction between high and low, noble and base."
The Blood Prison Divine King let out a hysterical roar.
"Then I'll see whether your heart is as hard as your sword."
"Demonic sound piercing the brain, inner demons springing forth."
He abandoned ordinary attacks and instead unleashed an even more bizarre demonic secret technique.
Buzz.
An invisible sound wave instantly spread out.
This sound wave did not act upon the eardrums. Instead, it rang directly through a person's Divine Soul consciousness sea.
In an instant, the scene before Yang Lingtian's eyes transformed.
He seemed to see the gates of the Chaos Sacred Sect breached by countless powerful enemies, with the sect's disciples bleeding rivers of blood.
He also saw his family and friends dying one after another before his eyes, while he was powerless to do anything.
He even saw every enemy he had slain along his path of cultivation turn into vengeful ghosts, crawling out of hell to claim his life.
Countless negative emotions—despair, regret, fury, unwillingness... surged toward his Dao heart like a rising tide.
Had it been any Divine Sect cultivator, even a powerhouse of the Early Divine Lord Realm,
facing such a terrifying inner-demon illusion, the slightest carelessness would have caused their Dao heart to collapse, plunging them into eternal ruin.
Yet Yang Lingtian merely