"Good. Don't resist."
As Chen Xuan spoke, the Seal of Authority flew from his hand.
The purple seal became a streak of light, tracing a graceful arc through the void before landing precisely between Chen Ling's brows.
There was no earth-shaking display, no dazzling radiance—only a silent, mysterious rhythm, as though the Dao itself were turning.
The next instant, the Seal of Authority entered Chen Ling's body.
Chen Ling trembled slightly. She could clearly feel something immense pouring into her.
It was neither spiritual energy nor divine sense, but a more mysterious force, as though it were the power of rules themselves.
It surged through her limbs, bones, and organs like rivers rushing into the sea, seeping into every corner of her body and even touching the depths of her soul.
The sensation was pleasant, but it hurt as well.
It was pleasant because the power seemed to nourish her body and soul. She felt as though she were drifting in a warm ocean, every inch of her skin breathing, every wisp of her soul trembling with delight.
The pain came from the tearing sensation as that power merged with her own Dao. It was as though something were forcibly shattering her original Dao Foundation, then putting it back together.
The two utterly different sensations intertwined. She wanted to cry out, but in the end, she gritted her teeth and endured it without a change in expression.
Gradually, Chen Ling sensed the Seal of Authority within her.
The purple seal rotated slowly in the depths of her sea of consciousness like a violet sun, giving off a gentle yet impossible-to-ignore light.
She could clearly sense its presence and the mysterious bond between them.
It was a bond beyond words. Not master and servant, nor ruler and subordinate, but something deeper: