388: Words become law, rules are ignored.

That single phrase, “You, have crossed the line,” was like an invisible decree etched into the collapsing space.

The Logic Core of the Bishop Puppet, constructed from absolute Order, experienced a violent conflict for the first time.

A mistake.

A paradox.

Why could a Mortal, who should have been purified and whose very existence was unstable, issue a command that superseded the rules of “Purification”?

It could not be understood.

It could not be analyzed.

In its judgment, Li Hanyue's true spirit, which was about to be erased, instantly fell from the “threat” sequence.

In its place was a brand new, highest-priority target, marked as the Root Anomaly.

The source of that voice.

That small, inconspicuous Emergency Shelter.

The Bishop Puppet abandoned the erasure of Li Hanyue.

All the Rule Runes on its dark golden body began to circulate wildly, shining brightly.

It slowly raised its hands and pressed its palms together in front of its chest.

A terrifying energy, far surpassing any previous attack, began to condense in its palms.

Buzz—

All sound in the entire Mining Area vanished at that instant.

The surviving Xin Huo Members discovered in horror that the surrounding rock walls, tunnels, and even the air were “pixelating” at a visible speed.

Chunks of space were being broken down into the most basic Energy Particles.

In front of the Bishop Puppet, a hundred-meter-long dark golden Giant Spear, composed entirely of the concept of “Purification,” slowly took shape.

Its tip remotely locked onto the direction of the Shelter.

It wasn't even thrown.

Its mere Presence, and the Rule Fluctuation it emitted, caused the wreckage of the entire Tomb of the Epoch to groan under the unbearable pressure.

This was intended to completely excise Lin Fan, along with the area he occupied, from this Epoch.

Inside the Emergency Shelter.

Zhao Linger watched helplessly as a large section of the solid Alloy Wall vanished into thin air, as if wiped away by an invisible eraser.

The violent, decomposing Chaos energy outside was clearly visible.

She clutched Lin Fan's arm, trembling incessantly from fear.

But the man in her arms remained calmly seated on the ground.

He didn't even look at the Giant Spear radiating a World-Ending Aura.

His pure golden eyes merely reflected Zhao Linger's face, which was etched with terror.

Then.

He raised his hand.

That hand, withered from Burning the True Self, pointed toward the Spear of Purification.

He softly spoke the third sentence.

“Retreat.”

The voice was very soft.

Yet it contained an undeniable Absolute Will.

The word seemed to gain a physical form.

It pierced through the decomposing space, passed through the violent Energy Turbulence, and landed precisely on the dark golden Giant Spear.

The next moment.

In the sight of all the survivors, of Fatty Zhang, of Li Hanyue whose true spirit had just reformed and whose consciousness was still hazy, and of every existence watching this spot.

The Spear of Purification, capable of destroying mountains and leveling a Plane, froze solid.

Immediately after, starting from the spear tip.

It dissolved inch by inch.

There was no explosion, no flash of light.

It simply and quietly decomposed into the purest, harmless Energy Particles.

A slight breeze swept past, and it completely vanished into nothingness.

As if it had never existed.

Dead silence.

Absolute dead silence.

Everyone's brain went into a System Crash due to this scene that defied comprehension.

The dark golden body of the Bishop Puppet suddenly began to tremble violently.

The countless Rule Runes that formed its body flashed wildly, collapsed, and underwent Garbled Reassembly, like code infected by a virus.

Lin Fan's “command” did not attack its shell.

Instead, it acted directly upon its “existence” itself.

It negated its “qualification” to attack.

Lin Fan's gaze finally moved away from Zhao Linger's face, piercing through layers of obstruction to land on the collapsing Deity.

His voice carried a trace of fatigue.

And a trace of cold disgust, belonging to a “human.”

“I said.”

“In front of me, no one is a slave.”

“Even gods have no right to judge.”

The words fell.

Boom—

The Bishop Puppet's massive body could no longer maintain its existence.

It exploded with a crash.

Transforming into a sky full of brilliant dark golden Rain of Light.

That was not merely energy.

That was the power of Origin that formed a high-level Rule Creation.

The Rain of Light did not dissipate; instead, it seemed to be strongly drawn by an Invisible Force.

They gathered into a golden Torrent, flowing against the collapsing Mine Tunnel, penetrating layer after layer of rock wall, and surging toward the Emergency Shelter at an unprecedented speed.

Finally, they all submerged into Lin Fan's body.

His paper-white face, caused by Burning Life, regained a trace of color at a visible speed.

The terrifying high temperature of his body also slowly receded.

Under Zhao Linger's look of utter shock.

Lin Fan slowly stood up.

His body was still that of a Mortal, even bearing injuries and weakness.

But his aura, his Presence, had undergone earth-shaking changes.

If the previous him was a Peerless Famous Sword hidden in its sheath.

Then the current him was a Deity who commanded the Laws of Heaven and Earth, where Words Become Law.