Zhou Xuan raised his hand and pointed straight at the old man's face.
"You are the first tribe I will conquer. Submit or perish."
Pure lust for conquest. Naked aggression.
I'm not looking for any tomb. I'm merely here to claim my territory. Everything here-the people, the statues, the hidden secrets-is my spoil of war. A ruler has no need to investigate the ornaments in his own backyard.
The enormous gray net overhead trembled violently.
The hundreds of gray threads locked onto Zhou Xuan's brow suddenly lost their target.
The curse's trigger was the search for a god's tomb.
Now, conquest was the only thing left in this man's mind.
The rigid, incomplete program of the Heavenly Dao could not process this change. With no cause of searching to be found on the logical level, it naturally could not bring down the effect of Divine Soul depletion.
Without a target, the gray patterns writhed in midair, repelling and colliding with one another.
Boom.
A muffled crash came from above.
The net of Karma laws shrouding everyone's heads entered a logical deadlock and shattered into a sky full of light.
The gray markings on the thousand-zhang statues dimmed inch by inch until they went out completely. Those petrified giants that had radiated oppressive power became ordinary chunks of rotten stone again.
The pulling force bearing down on Ji Chen and A Gu vanished.
The petrified patches on A Gu's body stopped spreading. He lay on the ground, gasping for breath, and stared at Zhou Xuan's back as though looking at a monster.
Ji Chen quickly steadied his breathing and stood straight again. He glanced at Zhou Xuan's profile-no need to find the Formation Core, no need for a contest of endurance. He had simply changed the fundamental premise underneath it all.