The path to godhood through forging a divine spark had been single-handedly created by the will beyond the heavens.
—It was its most powerful means of controlling the gods beyond the heavens.
Anyone who condensed a divine spark and became a god through this path would, to some extent, be constrained by its will.
Even Sovereigns and God Kings found it difficult to break free completely.
Even someone like Pang Jian, who had fathomed its weakness and knew how to offset it with the emotions of all living beings, could not wholly ignore it. At a certain stage, he too would be affected by it.
An instant was enough for it to seize an absolute advantage.
"Sss! Ssssss!"
Grayish-white ghostly light, like venomous water, flooded Pang Jian's flesh and blood, corroding his life force.
His body, already riddled with holes, was tainted by the power containing countless sinister Dao Sources. The openings across his surface gradually widened, turning into enormous caverns.
At that moment, he resembled the "Observer" inhabiting the banner, with a foul, nose-wrinkling stench wafting from those holes.
The divine power hidden deep within his flesh, and the ghostly lightning of laws interwoven through his blood, meridians, and acupoints, were crushed one by one by that grayish-white light. Even the connection between his divine spark and body was becoming impossible to sustain.
"The power of Dao Sources, bestowed within this ghostly light, stands above the Great Dao arts I have comprehended."
Pang Jian gathered the laws of life and used the many secret arts he had mastered to resist, only to discover that they had no effect at all.
The decay and deathly stillness of his body spread faster and faster.
Below.
"You have always been clever beyond your station."
After speaking to the gray haze, it,