Rumble!…
The chains shook wildly, glowing golden as they tried to keep Wang Xiao in place, binding his limbs and searing into his skin. He was forced down into one side of the colossal weighing pan, his figure like a grain of sand against the vast construct, yet the whole beam leaned heavily beneath his weight.
Above him, pressure cascaded like mountains crashing down.
Still, Wang Xiao did not resist, he stood unmoving, eyes half-lidded, as if waiting.
Emperor Ming frowned. Strange, but it did not matter. The scale did not weigh strength. It did not care for blades or armies, it measured karma.
And Wang Xiao's karma was endless.
Every Transcendent carried a principle. His was balance, karma, destiny, cause and effect.
The agony of souls, the curses of the dead, the shrieks of those slaughtered, all condensed now, pooling like black sludge into the opposite pan.
