Antecedental Spirit's Will (PotT 1205)

Su Ming watched the purple-robed man, whose expression had changed drastically to stark pale, retreat. He did not chase after him, but instead said, “If the heavens desire your death, then you must die.”

At the instant he said that, the galaxy began to tremble in a manner as if it had been separated from True Morning Dao World. It no longer belonged to it, but had turned into a world of Su Ming’s will.

As an Antecedental Spirit, Su Ming was the will of heaven in this place. His words were spoken slowly, but when they landed in the people’s ears, they turned into a thunderous roar in their hearts. His will was so awe-inspiring that no one could fight against it.

His will was the embodiment of the galaxy and the universe’s center of attention, and Su Ming’s gaze was how all of these had happened. His words were the will of heaven that could replace the thoughts of the universe!

The purple-robed man let out a shrill scream of pain. With a shudder, he noticed that his body was disappearing and his soul was rapidly disintegrating. At that moment, no matter what level of cultivation he possessed or how he circulated his cultivation base, he could not save his body nor soul. Fear the likes of which he had never felt before rose in his heart endlessly, but there was nothing he could do to fight back.

“Just what level of cultivation do you possess?!”

A shrill roar tumbled out of the purple-robed man’s mouth in a wretched manner. His body was already semi-transparent, and there was not much left of his soul. When he shouted out those words, everything marking his existence looked like it had been wiped off, and he ceased to exist under the will of heaven in this galaxy.

Yet the purple-robed man’s voice still echoed in space. Besides it, there was nothing else. The two hundred thousand cultivators from the Ninth Summit were shuddering, but their gazes when they looked at Su Ming were filled with zealousness and reverence. Together, all of them immediately kneeled down in worship.

Su Ming’s eldest senior brother was stunned. In his memories, Su Ming was strong, but he was definitely not strong enough to kill a person in Death Realm with just one sentence, one gaze, and one thought. This… was something not even a Sublime Paragon could do, but everything that he sensed felt so incredibly real that it left him in a state of not daring to believe what he saw.

Su Ming’s second senior brother was breathing rapidly. He looked at everything before him with a dumbfounded expression, then cast his gaze at the spot where the purple-robed man had disappeared before beginning mumble under his breath,

“Just now, the galaxy here was made to change. I had the impression that youngest senior brother’s presence existed everywhere in this galaxy…”

Hu Zi scratched his head in the honest and simple-minded fashion of his. He did not think too much into it. At that moment, he only stared at Su Ming in excitement. The stronger Su Ming was, the happier Hu Zi would be.

Compared to the crowd of the Ninth Summit, the hundreds of thousands of cultivators who had come charging in after they broke the Rune withdrew in their shock. The scene just then had been too bizarre, so they could not believe what they had seen. Their Sect Master, an old monster in Death Realm… had been wiped out from existence without much trouble.

While the hundreds of thousands of cultivators from New Dao Sect were in shock and fear, great wariness appeared in the eight yellow-robed people’s faces. They slowly retreated while staring at Su Ming with disbelief in their eyes.

“An Antecedental Spirit’s will! This is an Antecedental Spirit’s will!” the eight of them exclaimed almost at the same time.