129: Chapter 129 Psychological Game, Fellow Daoist's Divine Power is Unparalleled!

What kind of Law is this?

Time?

No!

This is even more overbearing and unreasonable than the Law of Time itself!

The Old Imperial Lord's mind went blank. The cognitive system of Heaven and Earth, of the Dao, and of power that he had built up over tens of thousands of years with his Quasi-Emperor cultivation was crushed to dust under that single word, turning into powder.

A single sentence.

Just a single sentence had stripped away the right to speak from everything between Heaven and Earth, leaving dozens of Golden Core and Nascent Soul Cultivators, who could be considered Sect founders in the outside world, stuck in an invisible web of the Dao. They were frozen in the air in despair, with even the tremors of their Divine Soul locked tight.

This is an authority possessed only by Gods!

It is a forbidden Divine Ability that, according to legend, can only be unleashed by those supreme giants who have long since achieved Ascension to the Immortal Realm and overlook the rise and fall of the myriad domains!

In an instant, countless deductions exploded in his mind, and the end of every deduction pointed to the same outcome: the Primeval Imperial Clan, with its eternal foundation, would be wiped from existence from this day forth.

This Senior is absolutely not some Reincarnation of a Great Emperor.

The Reincarnation of a Great Emperor would still have to follow the Heavenly Dao Laws of this world and re-cultivate step by step.

But the one before him—his will is the Heavenly Dao! His words are the Law!

He is most likely a supreme entity who has descended from the Immortal Realm to play in this mortal world!

That stupid son of his offended him within the Tianji Pavilion; the fact that he didn't rain down thunderous fury on the spot and wipe out the entire Imperial Dynasty with a single palm was already a mercy that transcended Heaven and Earth.

And today, he had actually been blinded by greed and stupidity, bringing men here to surround and kill him?

Even to the point of being arrogant enough to use Quasi-Emperor Imperial Might to test his depth?

This wasn't dancing on the edge of the Yellow Springs; this was personally placing the heads of the entire Primeval Imperial Clan under the guillotine of Reincarnation, and complaining that the blade wasn't falling fast enough!

Cold sweat soaked through the Nine-Dragon Imperial Robe on the Old Imperial Lord, a garment that symbolized supreme authority.

He finally understood.

He understood why, from beginning to end, this Senior's gaze had been so calm—so calm that it was like watching a clumsy monkey show.

He understood why even a single strand of hair from his mount could contain the ultimate truths of the Dao and easily shatter the Quasi-Emperor Divine Ability he was so proud of.

In the face of the absolute "Dao," everything he had cultivated and possessed over ten thousand years was just a pale and powerless joke.

If he didn't leave now, the Bloodline and glory of the Primeval Imperial Clan, which had been passed down for who knows how many eras, would be completely buried here today because of his stupidity!

Having realized this, the Old Imperial Lord no longer held a shred of wishful thinking in his heart.

He forcibly suppressed the fear that threatened to freeze his Divine Soul into ice crystals, mobilized every last bit of his remaining strength, and bent the spine he had not bent in tens of thousands of years toward Su Changge.

That spine, which supported the Luck of an entire Imperial Dynasty, groaned under the unbearable burden.

He bowed deeply, ever so deeply.

That head, which had been arrogant for ten thousand years and had overlooked countless living beings, was almost touching the dust on the ground.

"Fellow Daoist's Divine Ability is peerless, I... am convinced!"

His voice, like a tiny pebble thrown into a dead and silent Universe, carried ripples that made his Divine Soul tremble, struggling to break through this absolute stillness.

Those evil cultivators who were "nailed" in the air were fully conscious. Hearing the Old Imperial Lord utter these three words in a tone that was almost sycophantic, and even carried a sobbing tremor, every one of their Divine Souls was nearly bursting from the sheer shock.

A Quasi-Emperor... referring to himself as "I"?

What kind of monster were we just fucking attacking?!

The Old Imperial Lord completely disregarded what others might think; he only wanted to survive now, to seek a glimmer of hope for his clan. He used everything he had learned in his life to organize the most sincere, most humble words, and continued:

"Today's matter is entirely my own monstrous mistake! I was blind and ignorant, a frog in a well, daring to offend your supreme Divine Might, Fellow Daoist!"

"All the blame stems from my good-for-nothing son! After I return, I will personally break his legs, cripple his cultivation, and bind him here to be dealt with by you, Fellow Daoist. Even if you want his Divine Soul destroyed, I will have absolutely no objections!"

"As for the enlightenment stone... no, no, no!" He seemed to recall something even more terrifying, and his tone became increasingly panicked. "How could such a vulgar object be worthy of your attention, Fellow Daoist? Let that be an offering of apology to you! I hope you will... kindly accept it!"

"This place is filthy and unbearable, and I fear it might disturb your elegant cultivation, Fellow Daoist. I will... get lost right now!"

Having said this, he didn't even have the courage to wait for Su Changge's reply.

He discarded his Quasi-Emperor dignity like a worn-out shoe, tore forward with his hands like a madman, and instead of opening a stable spatial passage, he violently and with all his might tore open a pitch-black, hideous void crack in front of him.

Spatial turbulence scraped against his Imperial Robe like blades, but he ignored it completely, swept up the few Nascent Soul Elders behind him who had already been scared out of their wits, and dived straight in.

He fled!

Fled even more miserably than a stray dog!

As the Old Imperial Lord fled in terror, that invisible will that had suppressed Heaven and Earth and rewritten reality seemed to quietly dissipate.

Su Changge let out a soft "Hmm" from his nose.

【Words Become Law · Stillness】, deactivated.

Reality regained control at this moment.

The wind resumed blowing, dust continued to fly, and light began to flow.

"Thump!"

"Thump, thump, thump!"

The first moment the world regained sound was the heavy thud of dozens of bodies hitting the ground. The evil cultivators, having lost the support of the invisible force, fell from the air with a clatter, like a pot of dumplings when the lid is suddenly lifted, rolling all over the ground.

One by one, they were bruised and battered, with broken bones and tendons, and chaotic magic power.

But not a single person dared to let out a groan of pain.

No one even dared to waste a fraction of a second checking their own injuries.

Everyone used their hands and feet, scrambling to kneel on the ground, and toward Su Changge's direction, they slammed their foreheads heavily onto the hard official road, kowtowing frantically like they were pounding garlic.

The hard bluestone slabs were soon stained red with blood.

"Senior, spare us! Senior, please spare us!"

"We were blind! We are pigs and dogs! We are not human!"

"Please, Senior, show mercy and let us live! We are willing to work like cattle and horses for you!"

The leader of the Shadow Demon Sect was even more tearful, wailing with snot and tears, turning his usually ferocious face into a blur of mud:

"Senior! It's all my fault! I was possessed by a ghost, listened to the slander of that villain, the Shadow Devouring Ghost Lord, and dared to offend your Divine Might!"

"I beg you, Senior, considering that our cultivation hasn't been easy and that we are just specks of dust in this world, please just let us go like a fart!"

In order to survive, his so-called Demonic Path dignity had long since been trampled underfoot and crushed to dust.

While crying and shouting, he frantically took things out of his Magic Treasure storage, his movements not like offering treasures, but more like digging out his own internal organs, fearing he would be a step too slow.

"Senior! This is all the savings of the Shadow Demon Sect over thirteen thousand years! Three thousand six hundred High-Grade Spirit Stones, along with various Heaven And Earth Treasures, and Spirit Pills!"

"It's not much! It's not much! I only ask that you kindly accept it, Senior, and spare my dog life!"

Seeing this, the others woke up as if from a dream and followed suit.

For a time, treasure light flashed wildly on the official road; various Storage Pouches and Storage Rings were piled up in front of Su Changge in a scramble, as if they were discarding burning hot irons.

Su Changge looked at the small mountain that had quickly piled up before him, dazzling and flowing with treasure light, nearly blinding to the eyes, and he was already overjoyed inside.

He was rich!

This haul was a direct windfall! The wealth plundered by these demonic villains was enough for him to redeem several powerful special effects; he wouldn't have to worry about emotion points for three to five years!

But on the surface, he remained that indifferent figure who looked down upon all living beings, with nothing weighing on his heart.

His gaze only glanced indifferently at the pile of treasures that would make any Holy Land jealous, and then fell upon the evil cultivators who were kowtowing until their heads were bloody.

Then, he gently waved his sleeve.

He didn't say a single word.

But the evil cultivators present clearly understood this "Senior's" supreme decree in that instant.

This is... telling us to get lost?

The Shadow Demon Sect leader trembled and tentatively raised his head, just in time to meet Su Changge's eyes, which were devoid of ripples, like a Heavenly God from the Nine Heavens looking down upon ants.

He shivered all over and understood completely!

The Senior accepted the "tribute," which meant he spared the lives of us ants! This is a great gift!

"Many thanks to Senior for not killing us! Many thanks to Senior for your mercy!"

Feeling as if he had been granted an amnesty, he used all his strength to slam his head three times, not caring even as his frontal bone cracked, and then scrambled away, turning into a streak of black smoke, fleeing in a panic at an unprecedented speed.

The others also reacted, all of them grateful, wishing their parents had given them two extra legs. They unleashed their trump-card escape techniques and vanished in the blink of an eye, leaving behind a mess of Magic Treasures and shattered pride.

A grand siege that could have wiped out a top-tier Sect was resolved by Su Changge without a drop of blood being shed.

And he also... made a fortune in the process.

Above the clouds, those three ancient existences only dared to resume the operation of their Divine Souls at this moment.

One of the figures, the Chaos Qi shrouding its body, was fluctuating violently, showing how unstable the owner's state of mind was.

"That... that is... Words Become Law... It is the true authority of the Dao..."

"That final wave of his sleeve... I even saw a trace of the movement of the threads of Karma in it... He wasn't driving them away; he was erasing the 'Karma' of those ants continuing to stay here!" the voice of another figure was extremely dry.

"Quick! Transmit everything that happened here back to the clan, word for word! No! Use the highest-level Divine Soul mark to record it! From today on, list 'Green Shirt' and 'Carriage' as the highest taboo!"

"All my clansmen, seeing them is like seeing the Heavenly Dao; you must retreat billions of miles, and you must not have the slightest bit of prying or disrespect! Those who violate this, without needing that Senior to act, we will personally cast their Divine Soul into the Nine Nether Purgatory, never to be reborn for eternity!"