123: Is Chapter 123 meant to awaken what little conscience I have left?

“Rumble!”

A dull, massive roar echoed through the empty Golden Throne Hall.

Luo Qingcheng's slender jade leg, which she had just stepped forward with to showcase the peerless elegance of her Innate Dao Body, hung awkwardly in mid-air.

“Crack...”

Centering on the spot where Cao Kun's palm had pressed down,

a crack rapidly spread upward along the surface of the grayish-white stone sculpture.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!”

In the blink of an eye,

the hundred-zhang-tall magnificent stone sculpture was covered in a dense web of cracks.

Dazzling dark-golden light burst forth from those fissures.

Luo Qingcheng, Yun Xiyue, and Meng Yudie were forced back repeatedly by the blast of air.

They only managed to steady themselves after retreating to the edge of the hall.

At this moment,

Luo Qingcheng's cold and arrogant eyes were filled with disbelief.

She had just confidently claimed she would rely on her Innate Dao Body to communicate with the sculpture.

Yet, her Master had just casually slapped it, and the sculpture cracked?

“Bang!”

The stone sculpture completely exploded.

Countless massive stone fragments, carried by fierce winds, smashed in all directions.

Amidst the swirling dust, a brilliant dark-golden sphere of light floated in the air at the center of the hall.

In the center of the light sphere,

a pitch-black fragmented sword piece floated quietly.

The aura emanating from the sword piece was identical to that of Cao Kun's black sword.

Immediately after, beside the fragmented sword piece,

the dissipating Spiritual Qi and light began to converge.

Slowly, they gathered into a tall figure clad in a gray robe.

The figure stood with hands behind its back, its form illusory.

Its facial features were indistinct.

However, that pressure, which looked down upon ten thousand worlds, made the three women present stop breathing.

They couldn't even summon a single thought of resistance.

Just then,

Cao Kun felt a surge of heat within his Dantian.

With a "swish,"

the chaos remnant sword shot directly out from between Cao Kun's brows.

It headed straight for the fragmented sword piece in mid-air.

“Clang!”

A crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out.

The flying chaos remnant sword and the floating fragmented sword piece connected precisely in the air.

They fit together seamlessly, achieving a perfect Fusion.

The sword's body expanded to four feet.

On the surface of the pitch-black sword, a faint layer of Chaos Qi flowed.

The aura of slaughter was more than ten times more powerful than before.

Even the surrounding space was sliced by the Sword Qi, creating tiny black fissures.

The fused chaos remnant sword circled once in the air.

Then, it landed submissively into the hand of the gray-robed illusory figure.

The illusory figure gripped the hilt.

In its originally empty eyes, two intimidating divine fires suddenly ignited.

He lowered his head, looking down at Cao Kun below.

An ancient, majestic voice that seemed to have crossed the Changhe of time from ancient eras echoed in the hall.

“After ten thousand years... someone has actually successfully fused with this Emperor's Imperial Weapon.”

Cao Kun raised an eyebrow.

Oh ho!

It's not a repeater this time?

Turns out it's a wisp of remnant soul with self-awareness.

The gray-robed figure stared at Cao Kun, a flash of admiration seemingly flickering in his eyes.

“Since there is fate,”

“then today, this Emperor shall grant you a stroke of fortune!”

The voice fell.

The gray-robed figure, along with the chaos remnant sword, vanished into Cao Kun's brow at extreme speed.

Cao Kun only felt a sharp pain in his head.

He gave a muffled groan,

closing his eyes and crossing his legs to immediately enter a state of meditative cultivation on the spot.

At the edge of the hall,

the three women were pale with fright at this sudden turn of events.

In ancient ruins, encountering a scenario where an old monster's remnant soul charges directly into a Cultivator's brain,

there was simply no need for a second explanation.

...

Inside the Sea of Consciousness,

Cao Kun found his consciousness pulled into a vast, boundless golden space.

He felt as if he had become the Chaos God Emperor,

standing above the endless clouds, looking down upon all living beings.

Beneath his feet were the dense, endless Major Thousand Worlds.

And on every world lived billions of souls.

Even more miraculous,

Cao Kun could actually feel the thoughts and emotions of these trillions of subjects vividly.

There was the awe of countless beings for the Heavenly Dao, their love for life, their protection of family, their struggle against fate...

The emotions of trillions of beings converged into a Power Of Faith as brilliant as a galaxy.

It rose from the myriad worlds below, surging toward Cao Kun.

It coiled around him in rings of dazzling golden Law.

The light flowed, exuding supreme nobility and majesty.

The prestige was dialed to the maximum.

But along with it came a responsibility so heavy it was suffocating.

Guard the myriad worlds, protect all life, and sever the calamities!

If it were any other Righteous Path Prodigy who cared for the world standing here,

they would likely have been moved to tears by this grand sense of epic scale long ago,

swearing on the spot to shed their blood for all living beings.

But Cao Kun felt his scalp go numb.

“What the hell is this!”

“Are you showing me these images of Mortals farming and Loose Cultivators fighting because you want to awaken my tiny remaining conscience?”

“Moral kidnapping?”

Cao Kun snorted in disdain.

“Isn't it better for me to sleep every day holding a top-tier Jade Beast?”

“This burden is too heavy, take it away quickly! I'm not going to be some damn savior!”

Cao Kun's resistance was heartfelt.

Asking him to bear the fate of trillions of beings?

What a joke!

His, Cao Kun's, shoulders could only support the fair and slender legs of a top-tier Jade Beast!

Just as Cao Kun was full of disgust and preparing to forcibly exit this Sea of Consciousness space,

the Chaos God Emperor's ancient and majestic voice rang out again from all directions of the Sea of Consciousness.

“Destined one.”

“Do not resist.”

“These thoughts of hundreds of millions of beings are the fortune this Emperor grants you—the Emperors Law!”

“This is the supreme Law that stands above all Laws of the heavens, gathering the thoughts of the masses and condensing the majesty of an Emperor.”

“Comprehend it well! Once you reforge the Imperial Weapon and return to the Boundary Sea, you will surely...”

Stands above all Laws of the heavens? Supreme Law?

Cao Kun blinked.

The expression of disgust and the look of avoidance from just a moment ago

instantly vanished without a trace.

“Aiya, God Emperor Senior, look at what you're saying.”

Cao Kun slapped his chest and said loudly with righteous indignation:

“Saving all life and upholding justice is the duty of us Cultivators!”

“I, Cao Kun, can least bear to see suffering in the world.”

“If I don't shoulder this heavy burden, who will?!”

“As for that... this Emperors Law, hurry up and fill me up with it!”

Responsibility, all life—Cao Kun didn't care about any of it.

Future matters could be dealt with in the future.

Get this supreme Law first!

An Opportunity for free, why not take it!

“...”

The God Emperor's remnant soul seemed to be stunned by Cao Kun's shameless speed of changing face.

The Sea of Consciousness fell silent for a full two breaths.

Then, a sigh full of helplessness and compromise rang out.

The divine charm of the Emperors Law that filled the sky,

along with those thoughts of all life that Cao Kun had blocked out, transformed into a brilliant golden Dragon.

“Roar—!”

The golden Dragon let out a world-shaking roar and dove headfirst into Cao Kun's Purple Mansion.

Inside the Purple Mansion,

Cao Kun's Nascent Soul infant, sitting cross-legged in the Chaos Qi, opened its eyes.

The golden Dragon whistled down, coiling directly around the Nascent Soul infant's body.

In the blink of an eye,

an incomparably noble, illusory dragon robe embroidered with nine five-clawed golden dragons was draped over the Nascent Soul infant.

The dragon robe was donned!

An imperial pressure that made all things submit and was born to stand above all beings

awakened from the depths of the Purple Mansion, breaking through the shackles of the Physical Body and sweeping outward!

...

Outside, in the Golden Throne Hall,

Yun Xiyue, Meng Yudie, and Luo Qingcheng

were nervously staring at the cross-legged Cao Kun.

Time passed bit by bit.

There was no sign of struggle from Possession on Cao Kun's body.

Instead, his aura became more and more stable.

“It seems... he's fine?” Meng Yudie tentatively took a small step forward.

Just then,

“Roar—!”

A resonant dragon cry echoed through the hall.

“Thud!”

The three women didn't even have room to struggle; they fell directly to their knees.

This pressure had nothing to do with cultivation level.

It was the absolute suppression of a monarch over his subjects!

Leng Qingyue