Published: March 9, 2025
The pupils of that person alternated between pitch black and frost white, their face twisted in agony, muscles spasming as they struggled to maintain the last thread of clarity. Yet, it was evident that they were hanging on by a thread, ready to collapse at any moment. Once that final clarity dissipated, they would no longer be the upright enforcers of justice, but rather demons, wreaking havoc upon the world.
Hundreds of people inside and outside, all former colleagues who had fought together for a lifetime, shared deep bonds. But at this moment, it was as if no one had heard anything; there was no reaction at all.
Some had a cruel glint of satisfaction in their eyes.
The evil aura had completely affected their hearts, turning them into cold iron, indifferent to the suffering of their former comrades who had fought alongside them. They were utterly apathetic.
A cold voice came from the treetops: "Shut up!"
It was the voice of the Law Sovereign.
Within the thatched hut, the previous struggles and curses suddenly vanished.
The demonic souls had long been devoured by the Law Sovereign. Now, these individuals, unless accidentally killed, could not even seek death or commit suicide without the Law Sovereign's consent!
As long as the Law Sovereign didn’t agree, he could control their spirits, directing all of their activities.
They couldn’t even choose to die.
With a simple command to shut up, even if they felt unwilling within, they had to obey the orders of the Law Sovereign involuntarily.
Perhaps "obey" wasn’t quite right; it should be "subservient." Having lost control of their spirits, they were but human puppets in the eyes of the Law Sovereign!
Ping Xiaoyun gritted his teeth, tears streaming down his face, suddenly crashing his head violently against the wall. The overwhelming regret made him feel that death would be better.
If he had known earlier… how could he have participated in that damned trial so recklessly?
After giving up everything, he ultimately discovered that his abandonment included forsaking his own soul, even his own conscience.
Thus, there was no way back!
A flicker of the remaining goodness in his heart, along with his persistence cultivated over twenty thousand years, was clinging on for one last struggle, but he knew he wouldn't be able to resist much longer; he would soon completely collapse and fall into the demonic path…
Atop the treetops stood two figures in black.
One had long hair flying wildly, the Law Sovereign, while the other, shrouded in black cloth, exuded an aura of wickedness—the Heavenly Demon.
Both had extended their spiritual perception to monitor the situation in Central Capital.
"Those people are cursing you, and they seem to be quite organized, effective even," the Heavenly Demon said with an almost gleeful tone.
The Law Sovereign remained silent, standing like a statue.
"Should their public sentiment truly form, it would be greatly detrimental to you. I didn’t expect you to have such a high status in this garbage dimension! You’ve really surprised me!" the Heavenly Demon continued.
The Law Sovereign remained silent.
"Don't you have anything to say? Are you at a loss for what to do?!" The Heavenly Demon looked at him with amusement.
"What to do?!" The Law Sovereign paused for a moment and replied lightly, "It’s merely a massive slaughter… Just kill them all. What’s the point of wasting words on the dead?! What’s there to say?!"
"Good! I like this approach!" the Heavenly Demon laughed heartily.
The Law Sovereign remained silent, his gaze deep as he looked far into the now completely boiling Central Capital. The expression in his eyes gradually turned cold, as if he had made a decision. He sighed softly and floated down from the tree.
His body resembled a black feather, weightless as it hung in the air, descending step by step.
The wind howled, lifting his garments, the black robe billowing in the void like a haunting specter, both terrifying and carefree.
He softly murmured: "…How many years for a fleeting grandeur; who truly murdered my heart? Do you remember when love extinguished back then; how much hate turned to dust? Go, go, go… Let my heart bear this world’s weight… so be it…”