Chapter 281: The Secret of the Elixir's Summoning

It no longer attempts a verbal duel with Wang Zhize; that would be meaningless.

It suddenly lifts its massive hand made of dim metal and gives Wang Zhize a distant grasp.

"Imperial decree: Imperial authority granted from Heaven, all spirits kneel and submit!"

In an instant, an invisible, supreme authority descends.

It is neither an energy shock nor a soul compression.

Rather, it is a conceptual "suppression".

Within the imperial realm, "imperial authority" is one of the supreme laws, and all things must obey.

At this moment, the Lord manipulates the dragon veins, driving the concept to its extreme, intending to make Wang Zhize kneel before him at the very essence of his existence!

However, Wang Zhize simply stands still, not even lifting an eyelid.

Wang Zhize watches the invisible "imperial authority" law surge like a tide, his thin lips parting slightly.

"I define: imperial authority, as dust."

"I define: kneeling, as standing."

The moment the words fall, that terrifying authority capable of shattering a disaster‑level strongman's Dao heart and making him prostrate disappears silently three feet from Wang Zhize, like a punctured bubble.

It feels like a spring breeze on his face, stirring a few strands of his hair.

Meanwhile, the perpetually bored and even slightly drooling Wang Zhitao finally finds his amusement.

His gaze falls on the writhing blood‑colored runes on the Altar's floor.

Those curses, formed from the remnants of countless souls, appear to others as the most vile filth in the world, yet to his perception they seem like a supreme delicacy exuding a spicy aroma.

"Hey, dinner's ready!"

Wang Zhitao grins, revealing a naive yet cruel smile.

He suddenly opens his mouth wide and sucks forward.

"Hoo—"

A visible black vortex, centered on his mouth, expands wildly!

It is not an ordinary energy vortex; at its core lies an abyss of ultimate depth, as if linked to the stomach of a primeval beast that has starved for billions of years.

On the ground, the blood runes emit a mournful screech, pulled and torn by an irresistible force, transforming into the purest soul essence and resentment, which surge like a torrent into Wang Zhitao's mouth.

He even squints contentedly, a satisfied gurgle resonating in his throat.

"Burp!"

A loud, full burp silences the entire Altar.

"Ruin! How dare you!"

"Lord" is utterly enraged.

Those runes are one of the foundations it uses to sustain the great array and refine Dao Pills, yet Wang Zhitao now treats them as snack food, gulping them down!

This is even more humiliating to it than Wang Zhize's effortless command of law!

It splits off part of its spirit, and countless black chains burst from the void, bearing death's breath that pierces heaven and earth, lashing toward Wang Zhitao.

Each chain contains the laws of "Sealing" and "Soul‑Extinction," enough to instantly lock a disaster‑level strongman.

However, Wang Zhitao does not even glance.

His "Devouring Primordial Overlord Body" has already been passively activated.

The terrifying chains, the moment they near his body, seem to sink into an invisible mire; the luminous law on their surface quickly dims and collapses, ultimately turning into primal energy that his pores greedily absorb.

Unbreakable!

All laws cannot harm!

This is the domineering nature of the Path of Devouring!

"Lord"'s heart sinks to the abyss.

A word spoken, law follows, erasing the rule.

A swallowing of all things, digesting everything.

Where on earth did these two monsters emerge from!

Amid the fierce clash, Wang Zhize's gaze grows ever deeper.

He is like a master hunter, calmly dissecting every ripple of law from his prey while circling it.

Finally, within a law fissure the Lord inadvertently exposed in a fit of rage, Wang Zhize captures a sliver of crucial core information.

An image flashes briefly in his mind.

It is a sea of indescribable void, and a towering figure beyond imagination sits upon a throne forged from countless shattered world fragments.

The figure gently lifts its palm.

Within the palm, a brand‑new, complete universe containing perfect laws is slowly being born.

Lord of the World!

Wang Zhize instantly comprehends.

This "Longevity Dao Pill"'s core is not intended for "longevity"!

Longevity, for a vessel spirit like the Lord, is no problem at all.

Its true purpose is to, using the souls of countless beings and the imperial dynasty's dragon‑vein qi, forcibly condense a "World Law Seed"!

Then, using Wang Zhize's body, a "Furnace Heart" naturally capable of bearing all laws, to perfectly fuse this seed!

When the pill matures, that will be the moment it ascends in one step, mastering the complete law and becoming the "Lord of the World" upon that throne!

What an enormous ambition!

What a vile scheme!

Wang Zhize's eyes, that timeless calm, finally flicker with a genuine chill.

"We can't wait any longer."

"Lord" clearly also realized the crisis of a prolonged stalemate; a flash of ultimate madness and resolve passed through its eyes.

"Since it is so, let us together become the nourishment for the Dao Pill!"

It let out a roar that shook heaven and earth, and that dim metallic body began to blaze fiercely from within!

It was burning its own spirit core!

This is a desperate, all‑or‑nothing gamble!

Boom—boom—boom!

The entire Altar's power was driven to an unprecedented extreme; the Imperial Dynasty Dragon Vein deep underground let out a mournful wail, was frantically drawn out, and turned into a golden torrent that surged skyward.

At the Altar's center, atop the rotating altar piled with bones, the light shone brilliantly.

A faint illusory shadow began to coalesce slowly.

It was the embryonic form of a pill, its whole body displaying a bizarre chaotic hue, as if billions of souls were wailing inside, and countless stars were being born and dying.

A breath of world‑shattering destruction began to spread.

The entire Heavenly Capital City trembled violently at that moment.

Countless cultivators and mortals stared in terror toward the Imperial City's center, at the pillar of light that pierced heaven and earth, feeling the despair that made their souls shudder.

The apocalypse has arrived.

Wang Zhize felt the massive crisis that could overturn this world.

He knew that once this Dao Pill embryonic form solidified completely, the consequences would be unimaginable.

He no longer held any reservations.

"World, be bestowed upon me."

His voice was not loud, yet it carried a creator's authority that no law could match.

Hum—

The space behind him was no longer the Altar's backdrop.

A vague scene emerged.

There were endless grasslands, towering ancient trees, raging rivers, and a brilliant starry sky.

A complete, vibrant, living micro‑world poured all its primordial power unreservedly onto its master.

At that moment, Wang Zhize's aura vanished.

In its place was the very presence of the "World" itself.

He was no longer a person; he became a realm!

He transformed into a law‑light invisible to the naked eye, disregarding space and time, and surged straight toward the wildly coalescing Dao Pill illusory shadow.

He extended a finger and pointed at the chaotic core.

"I define: you are illusion, and should… dissipate."

It is the ultimate judgment from a world‑master upon the core of another "Pseudo‑World"!

"Roar!"

On the other side, Wang Zhitao also sensed the lethal threat; that pill made his all‑consuming instinct feel a hint of fear.

This made him even more exhilarated and enraged!

"Mine! All mine!"

He let out a roar unlike any human voice, unleashing all the rune energy and law fragments he had just devoured!

His whole being turned into a black‑gold vortex large enough to cover the Altar's apex!

The vortex's core was no longer void, but an Abyssal Maw composed of billions of tiny teeth, constantly opening and closing!

His target was not the Dao Pill.

It was the "Lord" itself, whose body burned with primordial energy to supply the final power to the Dao Pill!

Boom!!!

The black‑gold devouring vortex slammed violently into the "Lord"'s metal body ablaze with fierce flames!

The Sacrificial Heaven Platform, the holy site of the Imperial Dynasty, let out an overburdened wail under the clash of the two extreme forces, beginning to crack inch by inch.

"No—!"

"Lord" let out a final roar filled with resentment and venom.

It did not expect that the power unleashed by the two brothers could drive it into such a desperate corner.

Preserve its true form? Or force the pill to solidify?

It now has no choice!

It poured its remaining sliver of will and power madly into that Dao Pill illusory shadow, abandoning any defense of its body.

Its true form, within Wang Zhitao's terrifying devouring vortex, emitted a nauseating cracking sound as it was gradually crushed, shattered, and consumed.

And, under Wang Zhize's "Definition" law impact, the Dao Pill illusory shadow twisted violently and flickered, its chaotic surface light wavering, as if it would shatter completely the next second.

However.

Just as it was about to collapse.

A cold, ancient will from the deepest void, surpassing all existence in this realm, silently descended.

That will bore no anger nor surprise, only an absolute indifference that regarded all things as dust.

It was like an invisible giant hand, gently supporting the Dao Pill illusory shadow on the verge of breaking, preventing its collapse.

Wang Zhize's movement abruptly halted.

He lifted his head, his gaze seeming to pierce the Altar's dome, the endless void, and meet the cold will from afar.

He understood instantly.

"Lord," is merely a slightly higher‑level "refining alchemy boy."

My true enemy has only just now taken notice of me.