The violet filament of office light struck Lin Tao directly over his solar nerve web with the bone-shaking force of an iron ram striking an unbending city gate.
The sound explosion ripped through the circular hall. That sharp crack echoed across the vast dome and rattled the crystal-clear fixtures eighty paces overhead. A violent blast wave of white-hot, spark-charged air whipped outward in all directions, catching Tie Shan’s heavy gray linen cloak and snapping the coarse fabric like a sail caught in an ocean gale. A blinding fountain of violet sparks cascaded over the polished dark rock flat stone slabs. It hissed fiercely as they burned tiny, smoking pits into the ancient stone.
High Archon Tian Gang smiled with calm, terrible satisfaction.
For thirty thousand years across four distinct eras of mortal dynasties, the sacred decree of revocation had never once failed to execute. The Board issued the command to dissolve an entity. Then, the spiritual channels within the victim would instantly invert. The target’s dantian would turn upon itself, consuming its own core in a permanent cascade of spiritual rot, vaporizing their spirit vein channels and reducing their physical body to a handful of odorless gray ash within three heartbeats. It was the total, uncontested prerogative of heaven.
