Chapter 259: Nascent Soul Descends

The Executor's fury nearly set his own mind ablaze.

He is in the Nascent Soul stage! He is the Executor under the Lord, capable of subduing a region!

But now he feels like a fool who has exhausted all his strength, only to punch a lump of cotton.

His destructive law, capable of piercing stars, is stuck to the surface of this bizarre space, like a dog‑skin plaster on a wall—immobile and being slowly "digested" by the opponent!

This is humiliation!

"Sir, the power of 'Falling Annihilation' has already seeped in! They won't hold out much longer!" the two remaining Golden Core Shadow Guards croaked, their voices hoarse from fear and mana overuse.

The Executor ignored them.

Seep in? Too slow!

What he wants is to crush!

"Trash," he spat coldly, abandoning the solidified law power and fixing his gaze on another weak spot in the space.

Since he can't break open this "door," he'll… open another one himself!

He raised his hand, fingers splayed, and ripped violently at the void!

"Schi—!"

A teeth‑gnawing ripping sound of cloth echoed through the nascent Divine Realm.

The sky was indeed torn open with a gash.

It wasn't a crack but a pure, wilful, unreasonable "hole." Violent spatial turbulence surged through, only to be instantly smoothed by the rules of this world.

A figure, bathed in shattered law light particles, stepped slowly out of the hole.

He was a stern‑faced middle‑aged man, clad in a sleek outfit that merged with the night, his eyes devoid of feeling, only an icy scrutiny.

The moment he descended, an indescribable terrifying pressure, like an invisible mountain, thundered onto the hearts of every being in the space.

"Puff—"

Li Hu and Zhang Mei didn't even have time to hum before the pressure forced their knees to buckle, sending them kneeling, blood spouting from their mouths. Their mere existence was enough to crush them!

"Brother… this… this seems far stronger than those two black orbs earlier…"

Wang Zhitao was stuffing the last strand of "decay" law into his mouth, chewing it crisp, and upon seeing the figure emerge from the sky, he swallowed reflexively, his eyes brightening.

It wasn't fear, but the excitement of a diner when the main course is presented.

The Executor's gaze swept the entire scene.

He saw Li Hu and Zhang Mei kneeling, spitting blood—ants, ignored.

He saw Wang Zhitao gnawing the remnants of the "Falling Annihilation" law like a groundhog, and his brow twitched slightly.

What is this? A Nascent Soul‑devouring Overlord Body? No, even a legendary Overlord Body wouldn't eat laws as food… Is it mutated? An interesting pet.

Finally, his gaze fell on the youth who had stood upright all along, holding a jade tablet.

Wang Zhize.

"You are the 'master' here?" the Executor asked, his voice low yet imbued with a commanding magic that made the very laws of the space tremble.

Wang Zhize didn't answer; instead, as a host greeting a guest, he calmly asked, "Isn't it rude to barge into someone else's home like this?"

"Politeness?" the Executor seemed to hear the funniest joke under heaven, a cold curve forming at his mouth, "I am here by the Lord's command, to grind your 'home' and the insects hiding within, inch by inch, into powder. Now you speak to me of politeness?"

"Oh, so you're here for a forced demolition," Wang Zhize nodded in understanding, "Did you bring the paperwork?"

Executor: "..."

The two Golden Core Shadow Guards behind him were also stunned.

Is this kid insane? Does he know who he's talking to?

This is a Nascent Soul ancient monster! Even a breath from it can scatter their souls!

"Sharp tongue," the Executor's patience clearly exhausted, "I admit your 'turtle shell' has some merit; that old thing managed to get this far, a genius indeed. Unfortunately, geniuses always die the earliest."

He stopped babbling, slowly raising a single finger.

There was no earth‑shaking aura, no world‑destroying energy ripple.

At his fingertip appeared a speck… of pitch‑black.

It was a pure, maximally condensed "nothingness".

As if all light, all energy, all laws of the world, upon reaching it, would be utterly devoured, returning to void.

"Brother! Watch out!" Wang Zhitao, though reckless, felt his hair stand on end from a beast‑like instinct; he sensed the terrifying power within that speck of black, enough to burst him ten‑thousand times.

Li Hu and Zhang Mei's faces turned ashen; the moment that speck of black appeared, they felt their souls being drawn in, making even thought agonizingly hard.

Is this… a casual strike of the Nascent Soul?

"As a reward for your little cleverness," the Executor's voice, like a chilling wind from the Nine Abyss, "I'll send you off with the purest 'Oblivion'."

"Let you see with your own eyes how laughable everything you rely on is before absolute power."

Having spoken, that speck of black at his fingertip turned into a slender black line, silently shooting toward Wang Zhize's brow.

There was no whoosh, no energy trail, because it itself erased every trace of its own existence.

It was a finishing strike.

It was an unavoidable strike.

Yet Wang Zhize simply stared calmly.

He even found a moment to say to his younger brother, who was already poised to rush in and help,

"Don't move, watch."

Then, he raised the jade tablet in his hand.

Just before the black line was about to touch his brow, he whispered, as if proclaiming a new law.

"All things that enter my realm shall be of 'light'."

The moment the words fell.

That terrifying black line capable of annihilating everything just… halted in midair.

Then, in the Executor's ever‑unchanging cold eyes, and in Li Hu's and Zhang Mei's already vacant gazes.

That pitch‑black line of death, representing Termination and void, began… to glow.

First a faint white light, then a warm yellow light, and then red, orange, yellow, green, cyan, blue, violet…

In a heartbeat, that lethal attack turned into a brilliant, gentle, completely harmless… rainbow.

The rainbow traced a graceful arc in the sky, looping around Wang Zhize, and finally faded away gently and silently into the air, as if it had never appeared.

The whole world fell into utter silence.

Wang Zhitao opened his mouth wide, forgetting to swallow the "law snack" in his hand.

Can… still… play like this?

The expression on the Executor's face hardened completely.

That wasn't shock, nor anger, but a kind of… bewilderment after his worldview had been utterly upended.

He hadn't never seen methods of altering laws, but those rely on stronger laws to suppress and warp weaker ones.

So what just happened?

The other side didn't employ any law power to resist.

He only issued a definition.

He said, "You are light."

Then, my "annihilation" turned into light.

This… this is a technique only a deity possesses!

"Welcome." Wang Zhize looked at the vacant‑faced Nascent Soul cultivator and finally gave a smile—a smile that made the Executor's scalp tingle down to his toes.

"Now, the game officially begins."