Chapter 0132

Chapter 132: The Emperor calls Heaven’s plan; like clinking jade, seize back power and return to my homeland!

Zhou Tong said, “Since you threw away your identity as a human, then get ready for the humans’ counterattack!” His eyes shone like lightning, a bright light glowed at his brow, and an unfathomable aura flowed around him.

Zhao Wu Tian’s heart shook. After becoming a Saint, his senses had grown dozens of times stronger, and he could even sense faint lines of the future. [Why do I feel uneasy? I am already a Saint and fear no one under heaven. Does he still have a hidden card?] The thought would not leave him and it made him restless.

Zhou Tong’s gaze flickered as he said, “You wavered.” He looked straight into Zhao Wu Tian’s heart: “You forced your Saint realm. Without a tempered mind, you cannot carry this power. At best, you are a fake Saint.”

Zhao Wu Tian exploded with anger and shouted, “Shut up!” He had plotted and worked himself half to death for this moment, and now the power he gained was denied to his face. How could he bear it?

Zhou Tong lifted the corner of his mouth and said, “You are frantic.”

Zhao Wu Tian roared, “I will kill you!” He raised one hand to the sky, and a blazing sphere like a little sun appeared, baking everything below.

Screams rose. Many felt their blood and flesh about to dry out. Under this absolute force they could only crouch and tremble. This was the true power of a Saint, and not an ordinary one.

Zhao Wu Tian said, “Want to see the sun erupt?” He was sure of himself now; everyone’s life in the square was pinched in his palm.

Then the heavens boomed. The vault of the sky shook, and endless mental power spread out from Zhou Tong. It stretched without end. It pressed down like chaos. And its source was Zhou Tong.

Faces below turned to awe. They could only tell that this mind force was terrifying, not weaker than a Saint’s. Only true Saints felt horror. Before sainthood, seeing such a mind was like a mayfly looking at a giant tree. After sainthood, it was like an ant staring up at the blue sky.

Zhao Wu Tian’s calm broke as he said, “How can your mental power be this strong?”

Zhou Tong said, “You are about to die. Why ask so much?” Zhao Wu Tian’s cheek twitched, then he forced a laugh: “Stop bluffing. Your mind is strong, but not stable. As long as I don’t strike first, you cannot hurt a Saint. I have merged with the Grand Array. As long as I do not die, the Grand Array will not break. As long as the Grand Array stands, I will not die.” He breathed deeply and tried to talk himself into courage.

But even before he finished talking, his brows drew tight. Holding the sun in one hand, he suddenly felt the Grand Array turn obscure and clumsy. What he had just guided with ease now felt blocked, as if a wall had slid in between.

He stared at Zhou Tong and asked, his voice shaking, “What did you do?”

Zhou Tong said, “What is of the gods returns to the gods. What is of the devils returns to the devils. What is of humans must be governed by humans.” Zhao Wu Tian blinked, then a bolt of dread ran through him. Four words flashed in his mind: Right of Dominion.

The Grand Array of Living Silence had been created by human ancestors. In the order of the Heavenly Dao, its highest authority belonged to humans. Once the Right of Dominion was triggered, control of the array would fall back into human hands. But Zhao Wu Tian was no longer human. Without the array’s authority, his invincibility would vanish.

He forced a smile and said, “Impossible. You are bluffing. To trigger the Right of Dominion, unless a human who has achieved the Dao appears, the only other way is to reach with mental power…” He cut himself off, his breath choking as his face turned rigid with fear.

Zhou Tong smiled and said, “Reach what?”

Zhao Wu Tian squeezed out the words, “Reach the Emperor Realm.”

At once wind and thunder surged. Countless lights were stripped out of the Grand Array and gathered into a strange rune that fell into Zhou Tong’s hand. Zhou Tong sat as steady as a statue, sacred light on his face, and he chanted like scripture: “Aliens sweep the sky, fierce and overbearing. Great waves trample the sea, bringing a curse of lifeless silence. The Emperor calls Heaven’s plan; like clinking jade, seize back the power and return to my homeland!”

Zhao Wu Tian’s whole body shook. He could clearly feel the array’s control shifting away from him. He roared and hurled the sun to stop Zhou Tong. But it was too late. The Grand Array turned, rumbled, and an unseen force locked the sun, cut it to pieces, and wiped it away to nothing. At the same time, another strange ripple rose and sealed Zhao Wu Tian in place.

He shouted, “Let me go!” Even as a Saint, his face went pale. He knew the trend had turned against him.

Zhou Tong said, “I told you. Power stolen by a crooked path is not yours to hold. Time to return it to its rightful owners.” In truth, Zhou Tong’s mastery of the Grand Array was far beyond Zhao Wu Tian’s. Under his control, souls were pulled free and fled the prison named Zhao Wu Tian.

Zhao Wu Tian howled in despair, “No! My power! It is all mine. Give it back!” Blood and tears ran down his face. Decades of effort and schemes were ruined in a moment. He had lost, completely. His trump cards were gone. There was no turning back.

Zhou Tong snapped his fingers and said, “Souls, return.” Countless souls flew back into their bodies.

After a brief stillness, a baby’s loud cry rose and rang out over the Imperial Capital, filling it with life. The crowd cheered. After the storm, they saw the moon. They had won.

Zhao Wu Tian shouted, “I refuse. Even if I die, I will fight to the last drop of blood!” He burned with madness and squeezed out every bit of potential to snatch the authority back.

Facing this counterattack, Zhou Tong’s face went pale. Stabs of pain struck through his head. Pouring out mind force like this, he could not last long.

Zhao Wu Tian laughed and said, “So you are not flawless after all! If I seize the authority again, I win. You cannot trigger the Right of Dominion twice.” He was just starting to gloat when Zhou Tong raised his thumb toward him.

Zhao Wu Tian frowned and said, “What do you mean?”

Zhou Tong said, “Remember when you and I smashed our mental power together at the start? I told you that would be your biggest mistake.”

Zhao Wu Tian trembled and checked his sea of consciousness. His scalp tingled. In his mind lay a dense cluster of tiny mind fragments that were not his. They were all terrifying Mind Bombs. In that one clash, Zhou Tong had planted a hidden hand.