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Wei Shiyan using his second soul was not just another law cultivator. He was not one of those who grasped a fragment of a supreme law and claimed mastery. No—he was the embodiment of all supreme laws, a vessel born to wield their infinite might.
For now, only the laws of Water and Ice had awakened within him, bending to his will. As for the rest is just a matter of time to find each heavenly law attributes and devour them to again full mastery over each law.
And also thinking of dividing his soul to follow other eight paths apart from the law path always makes his heart thumping.
Yet even in this incomplete state, his strength was unmatched. His aura alone could make peak cultivators of the Dao Unity Realm stagger in fear. Against someone who had merely just stepped into the early stages of Dao Unity, there was no suspense—the difference was that of a mortal facing a god.
But even so he wants to test it.
Wei Shiyan stood still, his eyes fixed upon the void. The emptiness rippled, and from that distortion emerged a man clad in green robes. His hair was streaked with silver, his face lined with the weight of years, but his eyes shone with cold calculation.
The man observed Wei Shiyan carefully before speaking.
"You are quite strong for your age."
Wei Shiyan tilted his head, lips curving into a mocking grin.
"You are quite…" He paused deliberately, letting the silence bite. "…No, forgive me—much too weak for your age."
The green-robed man did not flare in anger. His expression remained serene, as if nothing in this world could stir him.
"Who are you?" he asked evenly.
Wei Shiyan's smile deepened, his tone sly, almost playful.
"Who am I? I am an Interpol. Haven't you heard that name before? Ask these eleven fellows. I didn't kill them yet."
His hand gestured toward the bloodied figures nearby—the eleven cultivators who had barely clung to life. Their faces twitched as if wishing to deny, but none dared to speak.
The man's brow furrowed. He repeated the name slowly. "I am an…? So that's the name of your group."
Wei Shiyan laughed, shaking his head. His laughter rang sharp and mocking through the void.
"Hahaha! No, no. That's not the name of a group. That's my name."
The man's irritation surfaced for a brief instant before he forced it down. His voice remained calm.
"You are so talented… too talented. I will extend you an olive branch. Join us, and prosper. Or…"
He let the words hang ominously, heavy with unspoken threat.
Wei Shiyan finished the sentence for him, his tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Or die, right? Hah! I've heard that line a thousand times. You people are so dull. How about you say 'or commit suicide'? Now that would sound domineering! Hahaha!"
Everyone present had the same thought. This man is insane.
But their unease only deepened when Wei Shiyan's smile faded. His gaze sharpened, his voice dropping into a tone devoid of playfulness.
"They will die. And whoever thinks to stop me… must die too. I have never truly fought since my breakthrough. I hope you do not disappoint me. Otherwise, I will flay you alive for wasting my time."
The air shuddered.
An aura surged out of him, shaking the very foundations of the secret space. Water and ice runes bloomed around him, brilliant and terrifying. Cold, heavy, luminous tendrils of energy rose into the void, weaving together primordial patterns that exuded the aura of ancient creation itself.
Wei Shiyan's entire being transformed. His body radiated such blinding light that to look at him directly became impossible. The eleven robbers began to bleed from their eyes, ears, and mouths, their bodies failing beneath the crushing weight of his presence.
The green-robed man resisted with everything he had, but his senses screamed at him with primal terror. He was staring into an abyss from which there was no return.
Wei Shiyan frowned in disappointment. His voice carried no emotion, only cold judgment.
"This is it? I released almost all of my cultivation thinking I would finally battle to my heart's content. Yet you… you are not worthy."
He muttered "Damn" under his breath, the word carrying the weight of a storm. Then, in a chilling voice, he continued,
"Since you forced me to go this far, even though I haven't unleashed the power of my physique, you will take my punch—whether you want to or not."
His fist clenched, light flickering along his arm.
"And make sure to die happy."
The man panicked at last. His calm facade shattered, his voice trembling.
"Wait—Lord Interpol! Please, don't kill me! It's coming. No one will escape this mountain. I have already sent a transmission message to—"
He never finished.
Wei Shiyan's punch descended. It looked simple, almost ordinary, yet the secret space itself shattered under its weight. The man's body was annihilated, his existence erased as though he had never been.
Two spatial rings hovered into Wei Shiyan's waiting palm, obedient as children. He turned his gaze back to the eleven cultivators, their lives hanging by a thread.
"Not too soon, boys," Wei Shiyan said mockingly. "I'm just getting started, and you're already dying? Are you looking down on me?"
The sheer coldness in his voice jolted them awake. They staggered upright as if their bodies moved against their will, eyes wide with terror.
Wei Shiyan shook his head. "Miserable. Deep down, you're already praying for death." His tone darkened, lethal. "Very well. Send my regards to Uncle Shura."
He raised his flawless right hand. From his palm stretched invisible threads of water—delicate yet unstoppable. They ignored all defenses, piercing into the core of each cultivator.
A scarlet formation disc blossomed in the air above his fingers, intricate and terrifyingly beautiful. Blood and essence were drawn from the eleven men, their very life force turned into water at his command.
This was a primordial technique from his inherited memories—one that enslaved the essence of all living things. It had been given a name that struck terror into the heavens: Bloodriver Enslavement Diagram.
The eleven cultivators screamed once before their bodies dissolved into scarlet mist. In moments, nothing remained but silence.
Wei Shiyan's eyes gleamed coldly as he swept the realm with his soul sense. Treasures, artifacts, and countless spatial rings tore free from hiding places, flying into his possession like obedient servants.
Wealth beyond imagination now rested within his grasp. Strength, resources, and opportunities for transformation were his to claim.
The green-robed man's final words flickered in his mind: It's coming. No one will escape this mountain.
Wei Shiyan dismissed them with a laugh. "Let it come. Whatever it is, it will die miserably."
The shattered void fell silent. Yet in the distance, a faint tremor rippled through the mountain range, as though something vast and ancient had stirred awake.