"Damn it!"
Lord Taisu growled, his expression instantly darkening to the extreme.
His cloudy old eyes fixed on the cracks spreading through the void, blazing with shock and fury.
At last, he understood completely: this was the great dao cage showing its power.
This Chaos Secret Realm that had trapped him for endless ages, this place he had believed was his refuge, a Great Dao sanctum manifesting his supreme authority, was in essence a double-edged sword.
It cut off the outside world, cut off all Daos, cut off every entanglement of karma.
But likewise, it also cut him off.
It sealed his physical body here, imprisoned his primordial spirit here, and suppressed his origin here.
More terrifying still, it restricted not only his freedom, but also his power.
Lord Taisu abruptly raised his right hand, spread his fingers, and clenched them fiercely toward the origin power battering the Chaos Secret Realm.
Chaos qi surged in his palm. He drove the Taisu True Exposition to its utmost, and the power of return to ruins poured forth like a tide.
Yet.
The origin power pouring in from outside the realm remained unstoppable.
When the power of return to ruins touched it, it was like a drop of water falling into a pot of boiling oil, evaporating instantly without stirring so much as a ripple.
It was not being canceled out, nor neutralized-it could not even make contact.
It was as though that power lay outside the realm of "form and substance," beyond the limits of what the Taisu True Exposition could fathom or consign to return to ruins.
The corner of Lord Taisu's mouth twitched violently.
He finally confirmed a fact that left him utterly stifled.
Within this great dao cage, his divine abilities and Dao arts could not penetrate the great