Buzz, buzz, buzz!
The sounds rang out one after another.
The Legend Thought that the Lord of Self had seized and brought back under his control blazed fiercely once more!
This time, it burned hotter and more completely. In the blink of an eye, much of the Legend Thought vanished without a trace. Even "Chen Fangqing," the protagonist of those stories, disappeared into nothingness with it!
Then, fine black threads emerged, one after another!
The threads had been wrapped in Legend Thought and hidden deep within. Now that the outer layer had burned away, they were finally exposed!
Flames raced along the threads and spread across the Lord of Self's figure. He cried out in pain, then stared in shock as his body grew ever more solid.
"You're mad! You're mad! You used fire to reach the very foundation of my divine ability and force me to take shape!"
He looked up at Chen Cuo, who was walking out through the layers of flame. His face turned ashen. "I only tampered with the wording and contents of the legends. But you burned your own name! You've severed the roots of your legend! Without a legend, you have no foundation. Without a foundation, a person fades into nothing. No matter how high your cultivation, you'll be a flower that blooms for a moment. You won't leave so much as a ripple in the River of Time, just like those Evil Fiends and followers of the Outer Dao!"
As he spoke, anger and bewilderment surfaced on his face. "You left a Dao Mark in the River of Time and have already touched a new path. How could you be so foolish? What utter folly!"
Before his words had faded, Chen Cuo was in front of him.
His robes snapped in the wind.