Kill you.
Such simple words.
"Kill you."
Such an indifferent sentence.
The person before him did not even give Zhuang Gaoxian the feeling of a "person."
In his understanding, "people" were fragile creatures, riddled with weaknesses. So long as one found their vital point, one could easily restrain them, manipulate them, and make use of them.
Fame and profit, power and authority, emotions and attachments—these were all excellent tools.
And he was exceptionally skilled at catching people's emotions, driving them to their deaths, making them buzz about in pursuit of profit.
But the person before him was far too different.
Too calm, too distant.
As though he cared about nothing in this world.
Even when speaking of killing someone, he was utterly without ripples.
Cold-blooded was not even enough to describe him.
He seemed merely to be stating a matter-of-fact truth, yet it struck with particular depth.
This person could not possibly be persuaded.
The moment Zhuang Gaoxian realized this, he ceased all pointless actions and spoke no more useless words.
His Primordial Spirit body began to rise and expand, its force bearing down in every direction. His divine sense swept outward beneath this chaotic Celestial Vault, reaching for the foundations upon which this world was built. The Son of Heaven's Primordial Spirit sought to command the sole "self" and grasp the sole "truth."
His Primordial Spirit had already risen like a mountain, propping against the Celestial Vault. Compared to it, the indifferent man walking toward him seemed as tiny as an ant.
Yet he continued forward, as though he did not care that his world was being destroyed.
The Celestial Vault peeled away, and the sea of clouds collapsed.
This world was vanishing!
A True Person's Primordial Spirit could not possibly be imprisoned.
Everything around them twisted, including the