Golden light poured down from the heavens like a waterfall, vast and unstoppable.
Watery radiance flowed over Taiyuan's Dharma Body, yet it could not withstand that blazing heavenly might. Each ray of golden light stripped away a layer of water resonance as it struck him. Wounds gradually appeared across his Dharma Body, and his Dao resonance scattered without cease.
And whenever he invoked his Dao arts to resist, his [Sin] grew heavier, and the golden light embodying [Punishment] intensified with it.
"Damn it! What kind of Dao art is this?! Does its power have no upper limit?"
Taiyuan gritted his teeth and cursed inwardly. He had already grasped the sinister nature of this Dao art: the greater the sin, the harsher the punishment.
Resisting and defying orders also violated the netherworld laws, steadily deepening his burden of sin and driving the golden light's power ever higher until it suppressed him completely.
Yet if he did not resist, the golden light would crush him outright.
He raised his eyes toward Chu Mo. The black-robed young man looked back with a smile, his gaze composed, seemingly not at all concerned that Taiyuan might break free of the golden light.
"Fellow Daoist Taiyuan, do you still wish to continue?" Chu Mo asked cheerfully, as though out of concern. "Your injuries are too severe. If we keep fighting, I fear your foundations may suffer."
Taiyuan fell silent.
He did not know whether this so-called "Yin Demon Law of Zhoujue" had an upper limit. But if this went on, he would soon reach his own. He had already been gravely wounded, and now, suppressed by this law, his situation was hanging by a thread.
"Enough..." Taiyuan let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. "This Venerable concedes." Having said that, he made no further