Chapter 2992

This little house is his heart chamber, relying on that strange tree lamp on the table—karma cannot enter the house nor approach him.

But he must go out, he must return to reality.

In reality, countless major matters await the judgment of the Nine Abysses Great Emperor.

The Great Shaman wore a solemn expression, reaching out to point at the small lamp on the table: "Light this lamp, and it merely buys us a little talking time. When the lamp goes out, you must open the doors and windows to let karma in—no resistance needed."

"No resistance, just let it drag me away?" He Lingchuan, who in this life has battled winds and waves, braved fire and water, has never done one thing: not resist. "If it doesn't get the answer it wants, it cannot drag you away. Even karma cannot disregard facts. The reason? I'll tell you in a moment." Piao Mantu wore a mysterious expression, "So my advice to you is just three words: stay silent."

"Whatever it asks you, you must not answer."

Is it really that simple? He Lingchuan was naturally doubtful, but the sounds of collision against doors and windows outside grew louder and louder, even the roof beams were squeezed into creaking, showering dust.

The karma's fury is immense.

At this moment, the light on the little tree suddenly went out.

As its barrier just vanished, two loud bangs echoed—doors and windows were blown apart, rolling black smoke surged into the house!

This smoke is darker than ink, formed from countless pained human faces.

He Lingchuan is very familiar with its aura—this is indeed his old acquaintance from before, who has accompanied him for over twenty years.

He followed Piao Mantu's instruction, indeed sitting upright in the chair, motionless.

The black smoke encircled the table, coming within less than three feet of him and Piao Mantu.

A human head protruded from the smoke—clearly lacking five senses, yet He Lingchuan could feel it scrutinizing him.

Countless human voices gathered into a single question:

"Who are you!"

He Lingchuan kept his mouth shut.

On the contrary, the Great Shaman spoke: "Who are you looking for?"

"Where is He Lingchuan!" the faceless questioning formed by karma, "This is clearly his heart chamber!"

He Lingchuan, sitting opposite the Great Shaman, flashed a glance. What does karma mean by this? He is sitting right here!

The Great Shaman, at ease: "Is He Lingchuan's dead soul not already taken by you?"

"No!" karma raged, "That is not the dead soul we want."

"What dead soul do you want?"

"The dead soul of the Nine Abysses Great Emperor, who personally committed countless sins!"

The Great Shaman let out an oh: "Then, in the contract you signed, is the Nine Abysses Great Emperor mentioned?"

"Is it there, or isn't it?"

The faceless one did not want to answer, but could not avoid it: "We signed the contract to take He Lingchuan's dead soul."

"Did you take it?"

"We took it. But now the master of this sea of consciousness seeks to reforge the divine seal of fate." The faceless one's roar filled the entire cloud sea, "You also know, an independent soul's avatar fundamentally lacks the qualification to become the true master of fate! Whether celestial demon or human!" He Lingchuan's expression stirred, recalling how celestial demons in the past descended to the human world in avatar form—whether Héluó Tiān, Nuòluò Tiān, or Bai Zhàn Tiān—indeed could not unleash the full power of their divine seal, because the avatar's authority and magnitude inherently differ from the true form. Even just in the use of the divine seal.

If an avatar of a celestial demon wishes to independently forge a new divine seal

Hehe, then go ahead and try.

Even the Lingxu Holy Venerable cannot do it.

Initially, the Red General used the Dream Cocoon to preserve He Lingchuan's memories, so logically, the current "He Lingchuan" is equivalent to an avatar of the true self. Such a one—what qualification does he have to condense a new divine seal of fate?

No wonder karma harbors doubt.

Piao Mantu countered: "Is this truly an ironclad law?"

Faceless: ""

Not a law, but this is common sense.

Everyone in this house knows celestial demon avatars cannot independently forge divine seals.

"Now, the master of this sea of consciousness is him." The Great Shaman pointed at He Lingchuan before him, "I ask you, is he He Lingchuan?" The faceless one fell silent again.

"You never err in tallying the sins of all beings, but first, you never mistake a person!" The Great Shaman pressed again, "Look well— is he He Lingchuan?"

The last few words rang like a great bell, echoing across the entire cloud sea.

This is truly, a soul-deep interrogation.

Humans can disguise, monsters can shapeshift, but karma never mistakes a person.

Whose sin it is, whose it is—it secretly records it in the ledger, never erring!

The faceless one's silence lasted long, the raging fury also subsided greatly, finally giving a negative answer:

"No!"

He Lingchuan, having held the imperial throne for years, maintained his composure; otherwise, he would already be wearing a look of astonishment.

The faceless one just stared straight at him, then said he is not He Lingchuan?

In between, what exactly went wrong?

He forcibly suppressed the urge to reach out and touch his face.

The faceless one's next question came:

"If he is not He Lingchuan, why is he the one taking over this sea of consciousness?"

"Because 'He Lingchuan' was taken by you." Piao Mantu took over, "Who comes to take over this body is decided by fate, not something you can control. You can only start from now, recalculate his sins."

Karma has come to settle accounts with 'He Lingchuan.' Since this person before you is not He Lingchuan, he cannot become your target.

The faceless one rushed to He Lingchuan's face, only half a foot away, the myriad resentful spirits in the black smoke condensed their wails into a sentence:

"Who exactly are you?"

He Lingchuan still said nothing, ignoring the surging black flames around him.

"Every living being has an origin, even if it is a celestial demon or god soul possessing another's body—I can trace its roots!" The faceless one gritted his teeth, "Only you! I cannot discern your origin!"

He Lingchuan naturally would not make a sound; the situation before him is favorable to him.

He also understood why Zhaoman advised him to keep quiet—at this critical juncture, the more he argued, the more wrong he became.

Ye Li rushed around inside the house twice in quick succession, but failed to overturn anything. It formed a hand, pointed toward the sea of clouds outside the door, and said in a cold, gloomy tone: "Do you want to know why you just can't condense your fate divine seal?"

As long as this guy opens his mouth, it can catch his slip, catch his loophole!

But He Lingchuan still stared at it with a blank expression.

Ye Li waited a good while, then had no choice but to let out a hey-hey cold laugh: "Because your own karma is missing a crucial link!"

He Lingchuan finally blinked twice at it.

But that was all—just a blink, and everyone understood what it meant:

Goodbye, walk slowly, I won't see you off.

Wumian let out an angry roar at him.

The roar was filled with endless anger and resentment.

Inside the house, it was as if a wild wind had exploded—He Lingchuan and the Great Shaman were both swept up, their robes flying.

Immediately after, black smoke rushed out of the doors and windows, left the cottage, and rolled away.

After a few thunderclaps, it completely vanished beneath the sea of clouds.