The Man’s Decree – Chapter 5720

Beneath that light, the patriarch of Skyfiend Sect felt smaller than a mite staring up at a sky-piercing pillar. Smaller than dust.

The gulf between their essences was absolute. His soul-body, forged by ten millennia of forbidden rites, sizzled beneath the brilliance, melting like frost at noon. Primal, wordless terror drowned every trace of greed and madness he had ever known.

"No, no! What is this? What unfathomable artifact is that? Mercy, Lord, have mercy!" His new scream made the earlier howl sound like a sigh, high enough to shatter crystal.

Seizing a body, rising again, such dreams vanished. Only the raw fear of oblivion remained. He curled into a tiny knot, shrinking from the light, his voice fluttering like a dying flame in the wind.

"S-Sir, I was blind! Spare me. I will serve you forever, hound, slave, anything, only let this wretched spark live!"