The True Ancestor's Bonds

The immense pressure, born of the entire Realm Sea, was like an invisible mountain, weighing heavily upon Shen Fan's Divine Soul.

Billions of years of lifespan.

At this moment, that number no longer represented eternity and carefree freedom. Instead, it was like a cold, heavy shackle, binding him tightly to this Realm Sea.

Eternal life had become a prison with no end in sight.

The light in Shen Fan's eyes slowly dimmed. The divine radiance brought by his recent breakthrough was replaced by a deeper, more profound stillness.

The excitement and joy surging in his chest after the breakthrough froze in an instant beneath a frigid winter tide, leaving only the cold reality behind.

The True Name Stone Tablet was trapped deep within the Source Sea. Though nothing seemed to be happening for now, Shen Fan had a faint feeling that this was a huge hidden danger for him.

If it ever erupted, he might die without even a place to be buried!

This thought chilled him to the bone more than any vicious enemy or desperate, deadly trap ever could.

He tried to communicate with the stone tablet once more.

Deep in his sea of consciousness, the chaotic Rule Source Sea continued to roar. Merciless runes flashed along the chains of law, locking his True Name Stone Tablet firmly at the core, leaving it no room to move.

Every faint summons brought tighter chains and an even weightier warning from the Realm Sea Will.

This was an absolute suppression, one that allowed no resistance.

Shen Fan slowly withdrew his Dao Breaking Spirit Eyes.

He understood that with the power he had just gained upon ascending to True Ancestor, challenging the fundamental source of the Realm Sea's rules would be no different from a mantis trying to stop a chariot.