Don't Act Crazy Here

A noble silver that even the White Mist could not conceal, a supreme white that even the Black Sea could not drown—it did not seem to stand between heaven and earth so much as hold up the sky and anchor the land. As its feathers spread slightly, the sorcerers' breathing seemed to fall into rhythm with it, infected by the great vitality of the Silver Wings.

Its vitality could no longer be described with numbers, just as a Star Art Master could not count how many stars there were, and a Water Arcanist did not know how many drops of water were in the sea.

It was the world's first color, an existence above all things.

Only now did Ash gain a clear idea of the Star Law Master's intentions. At first, he had thought the Star Law Master wanted to be a cannibal eating roasted angel wings; later, he had thought the Star Law Master wanted to beat up the Void Realm's property manager; and now, he finally understood that no matter how highly he had estimated a Divine Lord, he had still underestimated one.

What he was doing was no different from devouring the galaxy, monopolizing time, or reversing entropy increase! The so-called Source Angel was the manifestation of the Void Realm. Even its wings were a corner of the world!

Even if it was imprisoned, broken, and corroded, how could the Silver Wings be devoured so easily? Even if this was a cage forged by the Star Law Master, this cage was still the world itself.

If one needed to register an account at birth, then all life must have agreed to some tyrannical clause: space, time, life, energy—we had only ever held the right to use them, never the right to own them.

Life had always