The hollow voice spread across the night sky.
But no one could see this scene, except for the few giant flame footprints, the lakeside town remained quiet and peaceful.
And almost as soon as he saw those chains, Lynn understood everything.
"Those gods have you..." Lynn clenched his fists slowly, his voice filled with rage:
"Imprisoned here?!"
An indescribable surge of immense anger flowed through his entire body.
For a full thousand years, he had never been as furious as he was now.
But the King of Secret Source seemed to still not hear his words.
His massive body struggled to stand up, his hollow hand reaching out, still stretching towards the church.
"I... am guilty..."
"You're not guilty!!" Lynn roared in fury.
In an instant, he suddenly stretched out his hand, conjuring an enormous hand that covered the sky, grabbing the chains rooted in its body.
He wanted to tear these chains apart, to help the King of Secret Source break free from this prison.
But the moment he grabbed them.
The Flame Giant let out a shrill and pained cry.
Its body instantly collapsed to the ground.
"This..."
Lynn immediately let go, his face slightly pale, his eyes instantly enveloped by the purple glow of the Secret Source.
In an instant, his gaze pierced through the Flame Giant's body, seeing its primordial fire.
And in that instant, Lynn was shocked.
And it was at this moment that he had never wanted to kill and destroy more.
Because those were not chains at all.
They were extensions of its own primordial essence, part of its body.
Someone had altered the laws to transform its own essence into shackles that imprisoned it. If the chains were broken, its primordial fire would immediately collapse.
They were torturing him!
Lynn gritted his teeth fiercely.
He suddenly stretched out his hand, directly letting his powerful mental strength penetrate into its primordial imprint.
He wanted to know exactly what had happened!
In an instant.
Countless images flashed before his eyes.
In the images, a desolate expanse of stars.
In the expanse, a massive flame was suppressed in the center by three figures emitting faint light, using laws.
That flame was the true form of the King of Secret Source.
"Source King." The leading figure spoke with a cold and grand voice.
"I truly never expected that you would challenge us. Have you forgotten who knelt before us a thousand years ago, begging for our forgiveness?"
The flame struggled incessantly, emitting a furious roar.
"I no longer want to live this way, bowing down. A thousand years ago, I betrayed my comrades and my conscience. But now, I will not submit to you again. I would rather die than beg for your mercy!!"
The cold voice said, "Oh? Is that so? But I'm sorry, you are the King of Secret Source, and your existence provides us with Secret Source every day. I can't bear to lose you."
"You don't want to submit?"
The voice looked down on him arrogantly, saying:
"Then I will make you kneel before me endlessly in the future, begging for my forgiveness, making you suffer for eternity!"
Crack——
The image was instantly cut off.
Above the vast sky, Lynn withdrew from the King of Secret Source's memories.
At this moment, he finally understood the entire ordeal.
The gods had altered his body and imprisoned him here, making him endure immense pain every moment.
He slowly opened his eyes, madness rolling in them.
In an instant.
He suddenly looked up, his gaze piercing the sky, his killing intent almost causing the heavens to shatter.
"God of Order! I, Lynn, swear to kill you!"
He roared.
Shaking the heavens.
In an instant, he suddenly stretched out his hand, the glow of laws swirling around his entire body, his form becoming indistinct under the interference of the laws, as if it could extinguish at any moment.
He gritted his teeth, struggling to control the fluctuations of the laws, trying to probe into the King of Secret Source's body.
He wanted to use the laws he had comprehended to remove the brand on the King of Secret Source.
He believed he could do it.
The gods were powerful because they could control the laws for their own use.
The divine core was the source of their control over the laws.
But after a thousand years of countless failures, he could now touch part of the laws without relying on the divine core.
This was why he dared to seek revenge a second time.
"Brother! Don't worry, I'll make you normal again!"
Lynn gritted his teeth, continuously manipulating the power of laws to break the seals in his body.
"We only failed once, even if they truly cannot be destroyed, I will tear off their masks and make them suffer forever!"
Crack——
Crack——
As Lynn fully interfered with the power of laws.
The seals around the chains on the King of Secret Source's body were broken one by one.
Those were the seals set by the gods!
Crack——
And after the seventh seal was broken by Lynn, he immediately saw a glimmer of rational light slowly appear in the King of Secret Source's hollow eyes.
"Source King!!" Lynn bellowed.
The enormous roar instantly transformed into a powerful force, directly rushing into the King of Secret Source's primordial consciousness.
Like a thunderclap.
The King of Secret Source's body suddenly collapsed, a weak glow of Secret Source slowly emerging in his eyes.
His consciousness was awakened.
"Lynn?" He gasped, his gaze falling on the figure standing before him.
"Awake?" Lynn gritted his teeth, continuing to interfere with the laws to break the seals in his body.
"Don't talk, the gods altered your body, I'm trying to remove the seals, as long as all the seals are removed, you should be able to..."
A brief silence.
The Flame Giant struggled to raise his hand, forcefully waving it towards Lynn's position.
Lynn was startled, instantly retreating and shouting:
"What are you doing?!"
The Flame Giant gasped, "Lynn, you bastard, I knew you wouldn't die, among all of us fools, you're the smartest, and seeing you just pisses me off..."
Lynn gritted his teeth, immediately stepping forward and saying, "Save your bullshit for after I save you, don't waste your energy now!"
The Flame Giant raised his hand again, stopping Lynn from approaching, gasping:
"Stop, Lynn, it's useless!"
"Can't you see? They altered my primordial essence with the laws, even if you can remove the seals they set on me, you can't change my fate."
"My existence is based on the Secret Source, but they turned me into something that resists the Secret Source. As long as there's a trace of Secret Source in my body, I'll endure endless pain, and without the Secret Source... I'll die."
"This change is one-way." He gritted his teeth.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
