The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5503

A chorus of grateful voices echoed across the Soul Convergence Altar.

Cultivators surged toward the gold-robed cultivator, bowing and scraping as if salvation itself wore his embroidered sleeves. None of them sensed the invisible pit yawning beneath their feet, a pit dug with missing fragments of their own souls.

Edison lifted one modest hand, pretending humility. Yet a needle, thin gleam of cruelty flickered behind his lashes.

Their spiritual flow will sour soon enough. When their strength withers and their minds go dull, they will feed my Soul Urn to the brim!

The thought curled his lips into a chill, private smile.