PAT.
Before the Nether Spring Daoist could erupt in fury, a great hand, as if guided by fate, rested on his shoulder—neither light nor heavy.
"Cool your temper. All that rage is bad for you."
A demonic voice from beyond the heavens echoed faintly.
"You…"
The Nether Spring Daoist was utterly horrified. He struggled with all his might to break free from the hand's grasp but found he couldn't even summon a shred of his power or use his Divine Techniques.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG—
At the same time, the sound of locking chains echoed ceaselessly from within the Nether Spring Daoist's body. His world-shattering, star-destroying power vanished in an instant, like air from a punctured ball.
His spiritual consciousness also plunged into a sea of sacred light. At the end of that light, however, he could faintly make out the towering figure of a Divine Being with a Demon Nature, surrounded by countless life forms praising and worshiping it.
