Stealing the Light of Humanity might have been no great matter afterward, but at this moment, it was a fatal cause.
By the rules of the Yellow River Assembly, Chen Yanxun indeed could not be condemned to death for it.
But Jiang Wang could, in the name of the Yellow River's chief adjudicator, strip away that strand of Light of Humanity—at a competition that prized fairness, punishing violators and confiscating their illicit gains could not have been more reasonable.
And this was precisely his vital weakness!
The Light of Humanity, which he absolutely could not lose; the realization that his conflict with Jiang Wang was an irreconcilable conflict of positions; and Jiang Wang's imminent, unimaginable leap forward.
With these three points piled together, the pressure focused through Sight and hearing gained substance—the terror of the heavens overturning above!
Chen Yanxun realized there was no saving the situation. Only a fight to the death remained.
Making a move against the Yellow River's chief adjudicator on River Viewing Terrace was an exceedingly terrible choice. Unless he were truly deranged, Chen Yanxun would never have chosen this.
But step by step, he had been driven here. Swiftly deciding Jiang Wang's fate had somehow become the only way out of this dead end.
He knew full well Jiang Wang could not be killed. But if Jiang Wang did not die, then everything was over!
The swordlight in Chen Yanxun's eyes was like a star embedded in the night curtain. It suddenly blazed within the ink-black darkness, and after a long silence, it was about to bring light that would endure forever in the human world.
Its radiance was so resplendent, yet amid that splendor, immortal light interwove into clouds, misty shadows tangled into a mirage; between illusion and reality, an incomparably noble Immortal Palace