David retracted his probing divine sense, his purple eyes gleaming with unwavering confidence.
He slowly raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread, and a ray of extremely faint and hidden chaos source quietly condensed in his palm.
This power is not used for the destruction, digging, or theft of any spiritual vein material.
Instead, it acted like an extremely ingenious “wick,” gently probing the gaps in the laws at the edge of the spiritual vein core, precisely mimicking the spiritual energy fluctuations that were being “stolen.”
The law rune suddenly twitched when it came into contact with the simulated fluctuations.
An invisible wave spread out from the core of the spiritual vein like a ripple, instantly penetrating hundreds of miles of land, the thick sky, and layers of law barriers.
Like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, the ripples it created traveled at a speed that transcended space towards an unimaginable source.
David withdrew his hand, took three steps back, stood with his hands behind his back, and waited quietly.
In less than ten breaths, the color of the sky suddenly changed.
The originally gray sky looked like it was shattered and reassembled by an invisible force in an instant.
Countless whitish-gray fine cracks spread out from the depths of the abyss, layered, criss-crossing, like light patterns projected on the joints of broken glass.
An extremely deep, ancient, and cold aura seeped out silently from those cracks.
There was no oppressive aura, no killing intent, no emotional fluctuations, just absolute indifference, as if heaven and earth themselves were watching over the ants.
As the aura fell, the source of chaos around David suddenly shrank as if it was being suppressed by an invisible giant hand, layer by layer, and was drawn into the depths of his dantian, not even a trace of it could escape.
He felt as if his cultivation was being bound and sealed by layers of invisible chains, suppressing everything from the workings of the primordial chaos to the flow of spiritual energy in his meridians to almost zero.
The adhesion is not rough; it even feels controlled and measured.
It only locks cultivation strength, without harming the physical body, damaging the foundation, or destroying the soul.
A blurry gray humanoid ghost slowly emerged from the gap.
The ghost figure has no face, no outline, and no specific body shape.
Its shape resembled a humanoid silhouette formed from condensing gray mist, its body radiating an aura that was completely identical to the law imprint at the core of the spiritual vein.
It floated several feet in front of David, still, unmoving, and without pause, but David clearly felt absolute control.
Before this ghost, all resistance is futile, all struggle is unnecessary.
The illusory figure did not speak, make no sound, or emit any divine aura.
But a voice sounded clearly from the depths of David’s sea of consciousness, as if the law itself was written directly on his soul: “Touching the core of the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, stealing the essence of the law, breaking the rules of the stability of the Heavenly Dao level.”
Verdict: Exiled to Heavenly Prison, cultivation sealed, for an unspecified period of time.
His voice was devoid of emotion and intonation, like a program that had been run many times, automatically spitting out the results.
As soon as the words fell, the gray ghost gently raised his hand, and a chain of gray-white laws, condensed to the maximum limit, emerged from the void and wrapped around David’s body precisely.
These chains had no physical form, but were like invisible threads that bound his body, soul, dantian, and meridians, making him completely immobile.
David didn’t fight back.
He even deliberately relaxed all the tense muscles and breaths throughout his body, letting the chains of law bind him tightly.
He could feel that, under the pull of the chains, the space around him was undergoing violent distortion, collapse, and rearrangement.
Like a painting that was suddenly crushed and then reopened, all real-world reference points quickly faded, dissolved, and disappeared.
After a moment of weightlessness and darkness, the scene before David’s eyes suddenly froze.
He found himself trapped in an endless gray-white void.
There was no ground beneath my feet, no sky above my head, no sun, moon, or stars around me, no wind, frost, rain, or snow, and no point of reference for time.
As far as the eye could see, there was only a silent grayish-white expanse, as calm as frozen mist, so quiet that even the sound of one’s own heartbeat felt extremely disturbing.
He could feel that his cultivation had indeed completely closed. His dantian was like a stagnant pool, the source of chaos was buried in the deepest and inaccessible part, and the flow of spiritual energy in his meridians was silent like a dry river.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the significance of the spiritual vein?
A: The spiritual vein is described as a precious oasis in a barren world, filled with pure and extreme laws of heaven and earth.
Q: What is David’s action upon reaching the spiritual vein?
A: David lands near the spiritual vein and uses his divine sense to explore its depths and patterns of law.
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