The Heavenly Dao Avatar hovered forty feet above the gravel terrace of Tongtian Apex, streaming enough packed office pressure to crush a mountain into talcum powder.
Its eight-foot frame, composed of interlocked golden sharp-angled runes and crackling lines of raw cosmic firmware, pulsed with rhythmic, blazing bright fury.
In its right hand, the heavy dragon-gold ledger fluttered open, each page inscribed with the deepest exact constants of the Jiuzhou Mortal Plane.
In its left hand, an iron metal pen—sharpened to a core point—pointed straight at Frank’s chest like a loaded crossbow.
[IDENTITY QUERY RESOLVED: ROOT USER FRANK (LU ZHEN)] [Rule-break CODE: 0xDEADBEEF - ILLEGAL Land-wide TAMPERING] [YOU HAVE GROUNDED THE SACRED Starry Trial!] [YOU HAVE DIVERTED DIVINE JUDGMENT INTO Town Public works!] [PREPARE FOR IMMEDIATE PLANAR KERNEL TERMINATION!]
The voice didn’t come through the air.
It echoed directly within the soul-dantians of five hundred thousand fighters. It pressed their foreheads into the granite flat stone slabs with the weight of five hundred colliding moons.
Saint Preceptor Kong pressed both hands to the flat stone slabs. His white beard shook in the dirt as the cosmic pressure bore down.
