The cosmic pupil of the Planetary Heavenly Dao burned with freezing amethyst fire.
High in the stratosphere, ninety-nine bolts of purple-black Extinction Lightning twisted together inside the churning clouds. Each bolt carried the weight of a shattered mountain range.
For ten thousand years, the consciousness of this world had followed a simple, brutal protocol.
Whenever a cultivator broke through the shackles of mortality to reach Rank 7 Nascent Soul, the planet examined their karmic footprint.
In ten thousand years, not a single honest person had ever stood on that threshold.
Every Rank 7 ancestor in history was a ruthless parasite. Supreme Ancestor Sima Kun had slaughtered forty thousand miners to forge his blood-pills. The Wang ancestor had drained three major river systems to irrigate his private spirit-herb valley, starving five downstream counties. The Qian ancestor had stripped thirty planetary leylines of their core essence, turning fertile provinces into cracked salt flats.
To the world itself, human cultivators were greedy fleas that gorged on planetary marrow until the host began to die.
Therefore, the Heavenly Dao did not negotiate. It did not listen to prayers or offerings. It simply opened its eye, loaded ninety-nine bolts of extinction fire, and pulverized the greedy parasite into cosmic dust.
