The black mental projection twisted violently, screeching as it slammed against the barriers of Zhou Xuan's sea of consciousness. Like a dog whose tail had been stepped on, it darted everywhere, trying to escape his body. Its earlier swagger, as though heaven ranked first and it ranked second, had vanished. All that remained was panic.
Zhou Xuan ignored it.
The Divine Lord's voice continued.
"You thought you escaped the Unified Divine Prison?" The Divine Lord chuckled. "Chaos is too filthy. Absorbing it directly would sully my divine throne. I need a tool-a vessel that can wash chaos clean."
The False Heavenly Dao stopped screaming.
It understood.
From stealing the Heavenly Strategy World to approaching Zhou Xuan, everything had been part of the Divine Lord's plan. It was no mastermind pulling strings behind the scenes. It was merely a puppet dancing merrily, while the ends of its strings had always rested in the Divine Lord's hands. Its escape, its bargain, the bargaining chips it had presented-all of it had been a trap.
"The endmark is the lock, and chaos's malice is the key." There was a hint of pleasure in the Divine Lord's voice. "You did very well devouring the Seventh Outpost's order origin source just now. The fusion was perfect. Zhou Xuan, you are the finest vessel I have ever seen."
The void shuddered.
The Divine Lord did not appear. But with a casual flick, he split open the spatial fault ahead.
An immense world was forcibly dragged out.
The Heavenly Strategy World.
But now, the Heavenly Strategy World was tightly encased in a dazzling wall of platinum light. The order law flowed across it, blocking all attempts to probe inside.
A spectral figure was pinned at the very center of the wall.
Ji Chen.
His eyes were closed, his