Your Words Are Too Many

The God Lord's patience had run out.

Wild cards should never have existed.

Again and again, they had disrupted his plans. Now they had even destroyed the prestige the Four Great Daylight Forces had built over countless years.

People no longer respected virtue. They feared only power.

Restoring things to how they had been would cost more than he could bear.

"When the Grand Assembly of Stars ends, I'll act personally. I'll bring the Sword of Judgment."

The Demon Lord's elegant brows twitched. Eyes wide, she said, "Are you serious? A mere Star Wizard is worth bringing the Sword of Judgment? That's a Rule Forbidden Artifact, an heirloom capable of shattering an entire world with ease."

Its power was terrifying, but so was its cost.

It consumed vast amounts of energy and resources.

Even a Daylight Force needed at least a century to accumulate enough.

And even then, they could not unleash the Rule Forbidden Artifact's full power.

They were merely its users, not its creators, and lacked the power to control it completely.

Unless their survival was at stake or the matter had far-reaching consequences, they generally would not use it.

The God Lord's gaze grew solemn as never before. His voice was no longer sharp, but low and grave. "Tian Ling Wizard was also just a mere Star Wizard back then. You know how severe the consequences were."

The Demon Lord fell silent.

"We can't give him time. Not unless he becomes unquestionably one of us."

The God Lord continued, "Of course, I don't mean the actual Sword of Judgment. I mean an implement forged using its projection, one that carries a trace of the forbidden artifact's rule power."

"But however faint that trace is, it still represents a qualitative leap. It will be enough to kill him