"So... this is what it feels like to bear a Rank?!"
Though he was only temporarily holding it, not truly wielding it.
At this very moment, Lu Chen still felt an unprecedented shock as he sensed that wild, tyrannical power of the Great Dao within his "body."
As his spiritual consciousness sank, it was as though he had fallen into an endless nether gloom.
A force beyond the mortal realm surged toward him like a tide.
It was more like an imprint of law descending from the depths of the Netherworld.
Formless and intangible, yet heavier than mountains and rivers.
The moment it entered his soul, it automatically suppressed the three souls and seven spirits throughout his body, forcing the layers of mortal turbidity out of him as though peeling silk from a cocoon.
The aura around him instantly became clear and cold, yet majestic.
Compared with Horse-Fodder Registrar's Heaven-Suspended Rank, that moon in the water, that flower in the mirror.
The sensation truly could not have been more different.
Yet what they shared was that both bore deep imprints of the Heavenly Dao's "legitimacy" and "authority."
With the slightest movement of Lu Chen's mind, the births, aging, illnesses, and deaths within the City God's jurisdiction became as clear to him as the lines on his palm.
With another glance, the boundary between yin and yang appeared as thin as a sheet of paper.
The auras of yin souls, the power of incense wishes, and the courses of the earth veins throughout the jurisdiction all spread out before his eyes.
Its mysteries were truly beyond words.
Yet although this City God Rank granted the authority to govern yin and yang and look down upon life and death, it was not all glory.
The moment he obtained this power, countless cold