The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

So strong.

An Su's spiritual world had never been so chaotic, fragmented, inverted, nor had it ever been so excited, vigorous, prosperous.

Since his soul ascended to sainthood, since he had bathed in the waters of the River of Life, there was only a desolate gray-white canvas in An Su's spiritual world.

It was neither night nor dawn, but a transitional color domain between day and night. All flames, all life were hidden under that gray-white canvas until today when Prince Tai Rui tore a rift into it.

Thus, those fires and flames poured down, the immense authority of Gold had been melted by the Star Fire, the canvas was stained dark blue by the remaining azure flames, layers upon layers of mist reformed into thousands of mountains, and with the flames of the stars joining the earth, that once desolate world now boiled over with pain, chaos, life, and the gaze of the Three Mother Goddesses descended upon this spiritual wilderness.

An Su remembered that dream—the second Revelation Dream he had. In that dream, An Su wasn't the food on the table, he had become a part of a grand feast, sharing the world with numerous stars.

To summon an Evil God into the spiritual world during the grand blessing ceremony in the Ceremony Hall of the mortal plane is something only a madman would do.

Mortals cannot gaze directly at the gods, let alone the gods of the Esoteric Sect.

In the real world, if mortals glimpse a god, both spirit and flesh will mutate and corrupt, sanity will quickly drop to zero. What's more, An Su was calling upon the god of the Esoteric Sect in his spiritual world! This was blatantly inviting a wolf into one's house!

Three of them, no less!

Madman...

Madman!

Prince Tai Rui's soul too was covered with layer upon layer of char, the blazing golden radiance in his eyes had been burnt out by the Star Fire, and his dead eyes vacantly stared at the young man, who had not mutated or corrupted, in whom only a clear will resided, simultaneously mad and sane, devout and sacrilegious, as if his reason had transcended the watch of the Three Mother Goddesses.

After twenty-one thousand six hundred descents into Nether, the young man had already been invited to the feast—

And so Prince Tai Rui felt a primal fear in the core of his soul, he now knew he was facing a non-human anomaly.

But it was too late to escape.

He now knew his consciousness had fallen onto the dining plate of the gods.

Nothing left to do but prostrate—

The charred, decaying soul prostrated on the ground, the rustling cold wind passed through the yellowed bones, scattering melted marrow and spine into fine ash.

"I am....a prince....the first in line to the throne," the persistent remnants of that consciousness muttered, lowering his noble royal head, "you...cannot...."

"If I...run into trouble...the Empire...will be in great chaos."

"More...people will die."

"You won't escape either."

As the first in line to succession, if Prince Tai Rui runs into trouble at this point in time... especially within the Radiant Holy See's Ceremony Hall, utter chaos would ensue,

Factions will battle internally for the crown, Royal Family and relatives will set up their own candidates, the contradictions of the Dark Son will intensify, border conflicts and disputes within the Church will escalate, and with the threat of The Avad Empire, many will die, very many people, and human empires might even head towards ruin.

You must not destroy Tai Rui. Prince Tai Rui's spirit absolutely must not be destroyed.

He is involved in too much.

Any Radiant Saint with a clear head and concern for the bigger picture would never do this.

The prince's soul was already prostrated, such a noble person had already admitted their wrongs, for a Child of the Curse this should have already been enough, for such a noble prince to lower his head, what else is there not to be satisfied with?

But prostration cannot repay; only blood can repay blood, only life can repay life, only kneeling can repay kneeling, and only the downfall of a dynasty can repay the massacre of an era.

"You're right,"

"But no matter how many people die..."

An Su walked slowly towards him, with the Ritual Wand dragging ripples of broken fire on the ground; he stood above the power of the prince, casting a huge shadow, his dark blue eyes glaring tightly at the faded pupils of Tai Rui, the young man smiling:

"What does that have to do with me, a cursed Child of the Curse?"

"I am cursed too!"

An Su picked up the Golden scepter that Prince Tai Rui had melted onto the ground, with Star Fire swirling around that scepter, he raised the Golden scepter high, accompanied by a whooshing sound, it crashed down onto the noble head of the prince, and the golden head exploded, the shattered skull flew into the air like intricate butterflies, the bright golden blood and pure white brain matter splashed like an oil painting, with fragments of bone scattering like the tumultuous first snow of spring—

"You do not understand Order!"

The young man's clear voice rose with the Star Fire in the air, he stepped on the royal corpse, his deep black boots grinding the bones into dust and then violently stomped down, sending countless white bone fragments into the air, the snow falling even heavier.

"These days, I have been looking for the cause of Farol's doom, trying to avoid that fated destiny..."

"Whether it was the stars falling from the sky, the Esoteric Sect followers lurking in the Imperial Capital, the Avad Empire, or even the most mysterious and sly Bishop of Chaos... I really looked for a very long time, but now you have made it clear to me, you brought it back to me, it is none of these."

The young man shook his head, "I was wrong."

An Su poured all of the remaining Star Fire into the headless corpse, the firelight reflecting in his dark blue eyes, he revealed a refreshing smile—