Mystic wind swirled over the Coolness Terrace.
The valley was quiet and secluded. Green vines trailed down the stone walls like lightly drawn curtains of jade. At its center stood a jade Dao Platform, upon which a man sat in dark, mysterious black robes, metal qi and lightning flickering across his body.
"Black laws."
Xu Xuan focused his mind and looked inward. Deep within his Inner Scenery, a pitch-black inscription of law rose and fell, its words governing laws and bringing down tribulations. It subtly resonated with his mysterious elephant; once activated, it could increase the power of his divine ability by nearly thirty percent.
He kept circulating his magical power, but only this single Law Script emerged. The vast, dark heavenly laws that had descended before did not appear again.
"In the Ancient Era, a mortal practitioner of the Altar Thunder Avenue who obtained this law could claim a seat in the Thunder Palace even without ascending, administering punishment on Heaven's behalf. Such authority was so great that neither the Heavenly Court above nor the Netherworld below dared slight it."
Tiantuo hid deep within his Inner Scenery, his golden eyes blazing like torches as he stared fixedly at the distorted Law Script. His voice was solemn.
"Among the many laws and edicts, this law connects directly to the Thunder Palace Core. Its power is immense, and it binds both others and oneself. In ancient times, only a bearer of the Heavenly Register could enforce it."
Hearing this, Xu Xuan found that he had not noticed the black laws imposing much restraint on him. He asked doubtfully,
"The Thunder Palace has fallen, yet this heavenly law can still manifest. That is remarkable indeed, but it differs somewhat from what you described."
Tiantuo fell briefly silent at his words.
"Actually... it