"Fragile?" Xu Ran frowned.
In the blink of an eye, obliterating three Daoist Monarchs at their peak, even the legendary forbidden existence "Desolation" had once tread this path. Such power, how could it be described as "fragile"?
"Yes, fragile. A... fragility in essence," the Tomb Guardian sighed. "What is heaven's law? It's not a living being, not a will, it's a whole set of 'rules' that have been in operation for countless eons. It's the land, it's the starry sky. And the reversers are like trees attempting to grow in the void, stars sailing in chaos. When your power is insufficient to create your own world, to establish your own 'reverse logic,' heaven's law doesn't even need to employ so-called judgment and divine punishment to eliminate you."
The old man's voice carried a chill that came from the depths of the soul.
"It only needs... to modify the 'rules.'
"Modify the rules?"
