On the seventh day after the Chaos Furnace of the Taixu Immortal Mansion went dark, Lin Moyu's Dao Fetus was covered with spiderweb-like cracks of truth. Those Myriad Heavens and Worlds Laws that he once commanded as effortlessly as his own arms now felt in his perception like slick, venomous snakes, triggering a backlash of Rules at the slightest touch. He sat cross-legged within the self-sealed Nine-Layer Dao Pattern Array, holding the withered Immortal Realm Seed floating in his left palm while pinching the Tribulation Gold Slips in his right hand, their brilliance long since faded—this was the seventh failed attempt to connect with the Great Dao of Heaven. His Purple Mansion Nascent Soul, once as clear as a mirror, was now shriveled into a bronze lump covered in rust, emitting a harsh metallic scraping sound with every circulation of his cultivation technique.
The trauma deep within the Dao Fetus flared up at the hour of the rat, as seventy-two gray-white beams of light suddenly burst from Lin Moyu's spine. These beams pierced through the sealing array, cutting the dome of the immortal mansion into a shattered mosaic puzzle. His visual dimension began an uncontrollable downgrade; his Dao Pupils, which could once peer into the essence of the Laws, could now only see twisted currents of Karma: the Purple Firmament thunderclouds, which symbolized heavenly tribulations, distorted into mocking ghost faces in his field of vision, while the golden chains representing the Great …
Chapter 160