Lord of Corruption

That face had its eyes closed, its features peaceful, as though it were asleep.

But on closer inspection, its brows were faintly furrowed, as though it were immersed in an endless nightmare.

That was the lingering remnant of the Order Dao Ancestor.

No, not a lingering remnant.

It was the "benevolent thought" that the false god had stripped from the Order Dao Ancestor, imprisoned deep within its body, forever unable to break free.

Countless faces, countless voices.

Some were begging, some cursing, some screaming, some cackling wildly.

Those voices entwined into a bizarre tidal wave of sound.

The sound wave reverberated through the void, shattering the surrounding chains of laws one after another, making even the golden light pouring from the Creation Spring Eye tremble faintly. At last, that mass of flesh condensed into a gigantic, blurry figure.

The figure had a head and limbs, but its entire body was pitch-black, its surface covered in densely packed eyes.

Every eye was the size of an adult's fist. Their eyeballs were scarlet, their pupils vertical, like a snake's eyes.

They rolled constantly—some looking left, some right, some upward, some downward.

But in the end, every eye turned in the same direction.

Chu Ming.

Countless scarlet eyes stared at him from every direction at once.

Within those gazes were greed, madness, venomous resentment, and a thread of elusive...

Anticipation.

The false god spoke.

Its voice came simultaneously from countless mouths—some shrill, some hoarse, some ancient, some childish.

"This is this one's true body."

The voice made the entire space tremble.

The remaining chains of laws clattered under the shock, snapping one after another.

The broken fragments sprayed everywhere. Some struck the boundary domain and were bounced away by the gray-gold radiance; others fell into the black mist and were devoured in an