Chapter 1932: Rules Are Made by Me

However, one thing is clear: the true overlord served by the Suggestion Power Disciple team, led by the Priest, has likely reached a law-level intensity.

Currently, the only entity on the entire continent possessing law-level control is the Will of the High God. As he thought this, the first wave of forces attempting to stop him appeared before him.

Xu Yang focused his gaze and saw not powerful adversaries, but a group of Ritual Spirit experts marked with blue sigils. In the entire Dark Force, these were the lowest-ranking members of the Disciple team.

Theoretically, their combat ability was only slightly superior to peak Nascent Soul stage cultivators, and they were pure combat puppets, incapable of replicating the battle souls of true warriors.

Their sole advantage lay in their vast numbers; this was evident in the situation Xu Yang faced, as thousands of Ritual Spirits could be summoned at will to act as cannon fodder, blocking his path.

Seeing these expressionless puppets, whose souls showed no fluctuation, standing before him, Xu Yang could only shake his head helplessly.

The true instigator of this tragedy was, naturally, the Dark Overlord behind the scenes—the Will of the High God. Without the interference of this dark will, these Ritual Spirits could have become warriors just like normal human cultivators, and they too would have had the right to pursue their own ideals.

However, their only purpose in existence now was to serve as cannon fodder. Facing these beings who had lost the independent meaning of life, Xu Yang had no intention of holding back; this was their unchangeable fate. There was no way to awaken them.

Xu Yang decisively summoned the Void Lord Artifact and transformed it into countless golden needles. Then, using the principles of his Eternal Sword Dao, Xu Yang propelled the innumerable needles to attack the thousands of Ritual Spirits before him.

In just one encounter, thousands of combat puppets were instantly shattered into fragmented nothingness under Xu Yang's overwhelming sword energy.

However, this was merely the beginning. After all the Ritual Spirits were slain by Xu Yang in a single blow, they unexpectedly began to ignite their soul flames.

Vast expanses of soul flames converged, forming a relatively fixed and enclosed purgatory space, which began to fiercely refine Xu Yang's body.

Yet, this level of power held no substantial meaning for Xu Yang. He first retracted the Void Lord Artifact, then unleashed the potent frost power of the Cold Spring Lord Artifact, directing it over the soul flames.

Expansive ice-blue sword auras emanated from the Cold Spring Lord Artifact, spreading outward and instantly solidifying the soul flames into a void hidden within the darkness.

The ashes of these flames formed a path to the next checkpoint. At this moment, Xu Yang was like a king walking alone through a dark abyss.

Every step he took was built upon the souls of countless fallen. At the end of this path, perhaps countless eyes awaited his arrival, yet no power could stop his advance. Xu Yang began to clear the levels with the most domineering methods.

Faced with wave after wave of powerful martial forces blocking his path, Xu Yang merely used them as stepping stones to reach his ultimate destination.

However, due to the unique spatiotemporal laws of this underground prison, the entire process of clearing the levels lasted too long. It was only when a blood-stained rock appeared before Xu Yang that he was forced to halt his advance once more.

He had detected an incredibly familiar aura on the surface of the colossal stone—the auras of the Ancient Great Serpent and Long Kun. Upon sensing these auras mingled with the bloodstains on the rock's surface, Xu Yang erupted in fury.

He let out a thunderous roar that caused the very laws of the entire underground prison to tremble. If Xu Yang's power were allowed to continue its rampage, the entire underground prison would likely collapse completely.

"Hahaha, it's truly thrilling to see Lord Xu Yang in such an irrational state. It's just a rock, Lord Xu Yang, why such anger?"

The voice clearly belonged to the Priest, the creator of the underground prison. The Priest's physical form did not appear, but he used this method of soul transmission to try and disrupt Xu Yang's soul fluctuations.

At this moment, Xu Yang's expression was utterly frigid.

"Do you truly believe that stalling for time with such tedious methods can trap me here? I'm giving you one last chance now.

If you voluntarily remove these meaningless checkpoints and allow for a true one-on-one fair duel between us, perhaps I can still grant you a chance to survive a little longer.

However, if you insist on waiting for me to personally dismantle everything here, then you will truly have no chance for self-redemption."

Xu Yang was not joking, but the Priest interpreted his words as the desperate cry of someone at their wit's end.

"A strong one truly is strong; even despair can be packaged so elegantly by you. But I, for one, don't believe in superstitions.

If you truly possess the means and ability to dismantle the arrangements I've prepared for you, why would you pretend to be so powerful in my presence?"

Xu Yang understood the other party's meaning; clearly, the Priest viewed his actions as a sign of incompetence.

"Very well. Since you've prepared yourself for despair, I won't waste any more time on you. Open your dog eyes and see clearly; I will make you understand that these spatial laws hold no sway before me."

As Xu Yang finished speaking, his body began to subtly change. One colorful halo after another radiated outward, each one surprisingly capable of emitting an irresistible, law-level power that subtly began to influence all the rules of the surrounding regional prison.

Where did this power come from? The Priest was stunned on the spot. Because, from the power now emanating from Xu Yang, he felt a level of strength comparable to that of an overlord!

All the rules within the Hell Prison woven by the Priest were rapidly disintegrating and collapsing with the passage of time.

And the pace of this collapse was simply something a powerhouse of the Priest's caliber could not stop.

Soon, an incomparably dazzling glow appeared above Xu Yang's head—it was an imprinted halo from Xu Yang's supreme artifact, the Wheel of Reincarnation.

The Wheel of Reincarnation represented the most powerful culmination of all paths in the heavens.

Once the power of this supreme artifact was fully unleashed, the very progression of the entire main continent would be affected, let alone the localized spatiotemporal laws woven by the Priest, which could be effortlessly altered before the Wheel of Reincarnation.

When Xu Yang opened his eyes again, the Priest's soul was trembling intensely.

"My apologies, but from this moment forward, I, Xu Yang, will dictate the rules of the entire Hell Prison!"