Thunder Emperor Divine Seat, Divine Might Brooked No Offense!

"That's all there is to it."

The voice carried a disinterested indifference.

"I thought he was someone important, but it turns out he's just a..."

Before he could finish speaking...

A sudden change occurred.

Su Zhan, who had been standing still, suddenly yawned.

The yawn was extremely untimely, even carrying a hint of languor from just waking up.

He rubbed his temples, where the Curse Seal had just penetrated.

"That's it?"

Su Zhan lowered his hand, and in his eyes, which had regained their clarity, there was no trace of damage to his soul. In fact, they were even brighter than before, as if... he had just eaten a highly nourishing medicinal meal.

"You..."

The Blood-colored Vertical Eye in mid-air trembled violently, and for the first time, its cold voice showed a fluctuation.

"The taste is a bit strong. Next time, please remember to remove all the impurities before sending it over."

Su Zhan smacked his lips, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth, and gave the demonic eye an extremely bright smile.

"Is there any more? Would you like some more?"

Dead silence.

A suffocating, deathly silence.

Elder Yuan Ji dropped open, and his jaw nearly dislocated and hit a rock.

That was the Sect Master's curse!

It is an unparalleled Divine Ability capable of taking lives from thousands of miles away!

The Divine Lord... ate it?

Rewind three breaths.

Deep within Su Zhan's Sea of Consciousness.

That pitch-black Curse Seal, like a venomous dragon from the Nine Nether, roared into this golden ocean, carrying the will to destroy everything.

It is greedy and tyrannical.

It wants to tear the soul of the body's owner to shreds and turn this place into a desolate wasteland.

However.

When the "poisonous dragon" saw the scene before it, its once arrogant roar suddenly caught in its throat.

At the very center of Su Zhan's Sea of Consciousness.

There was no trembling, weak soul as it had anticipated.

In its place stands an ancient throne, entirely purple-gold, suspended in the void, radiating a majestic divine aura.

Thunder Emperor Divine Seat.

Although the throne was empty, the domineering thunderous Principle that transcended all the heavens and worlds shone like a blazing sun, illuminating every corner of this Sea of Consciousness.

Beneath the throne, several orbs of light of various shapes were sitting together, as if having a tea party.

A miniature divine dragon, no bigger than a palm but engulfed in Glazed Pure Fire, was listlessly spitting out rings of fire.

A seemingly ordinary, yet heavy Yellow Clod is slowly rotating.

A sapling, vibrant green, is stretching out its tender leaves.

There was also an ancient book exuding an eerie purple qi, which was quietly floating to the side.

The moment that black Curse Seal dragon burst in.

All the orbs of light stopped moving at the same time, turned around in unison, and looked at the uninvited guest.

The scene became quite awkward.

[Blazing Dragon Venerate]: Oh? A job's here? What's that dark thing? A loach?

[Nine Heavens Divine Lightning] (Thunder Emperor Divine Seat): (Lazy voice) Quiet, I'm feeling sleepy... Hmm? Such a strong negative divine thought, interesting.

The poisonous dragon, formed from the Sect Master's will, instinctively sensed that something was wrong.

It wanted to escape.

As a divine consciousness Clones of Martial Emperor, it possesses a basic instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm. The aura emanating from the purple-gold throne before it made it feel a tremor originating from its very core.

That's absolute suppression of those in power over those in power!

However, now that we're here, we can't just leave as easily as we want.

"Roar!"

The two carved Thunder Dragon Head at either end of the armrests of the Thunder Emperor Divine Seat suddenly came to life.

They opened their mouths wide and let out a dragon's roar that shook the Sea of Consciousness.

The purple-gold Divine Thunder instantly transformed into a vast, sky-covering net, completely enveloping the black poisonous dragon.

There was no suspense whatsoever.

It couldn't even be called a battle.

The poisonous dragon, imbued with the Sect Master's will, was like snow meeting the blazing sun before the purple-gold Divine Thunder; it didn't even have time to scream before being instantly decomposed and purified.

The originally dark and filthy energy, under the baptism of thunder, transformed into strands of the purest and most refined divine soul essence.