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Chapter 1253: Chapter 1253 State
Others scrambled to activate transmission talismans, their fingers shaking as they poured spiritual energy into communication artifacts.
Beams of light pierced through space, carrying urgent messages across unimaginable distances.
“Warn the elders! This is not a minor matter!”
“Tell them to be cautious… extremely cautious! The Bone Emperor is not someone who can be measured by normal standards anymore!”
“And under no circumstances should anyone provoke him!”
Voices overlapped in chaos, fear overriding reason. Even those who tried to remain calm found their expressions pale and rigid.
The memory of that colossal figure in the sky, the pressure that suppressed even breathing itself, was still fresh in their minds.
One of the more experienced cultivators gritted his teeth, forcing himself to analyze the situation.
“If my guess is correct…” he said slowly, his tone grave, “he has only just obtained the World Heart. It will take time for him to fully refine and merge with it.”
A pause.
“But even so…” His gaze drifted toward the empty void where Earth once was.
“…he is not someone to offend lightly. Not even in his weakest state.”
No one argued. Because none of them dared to. News like this did not remain confined to a single group for long.
Within moments, it began to spread… first to nearby flying boats, then to their home sects, then to ancient organizations hidden within star systems that had not seen by the mortals of earth.
Transmission after transmission lit up the void like a web of stars. A message carried through space. Then another. And another.
“BIG NEWS! The Bone Emperor of the Ghost Wood Forest has obtained a World Heart.”
Soon, the message was no longer just information. It became a declaration of fear.
Great clans sealed their mountain gates.
Ancient sects activated dormant defensive formations. Even wandering experts who had once prided themselves on their freedom quietly changed their routes, avoiding any trace of involvement.
Across countless worlds, the same conclusion formed in the minds of those who understood the implications… A being had crossed a threshold. Not merely in strength… but in status.
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While everyone outside trembled in fear and awe at the name of the Bone Emperor of the Ghost Wood Forest, the man himself was anything but pleased.
“Damn…” Cyrus Thorn’s curse echoed faintly within the sealed chamber, the sound heavy with suppressed frustration.
The title that made countless cultivators tremble, the existence that could make entire factions kneel in submission… none of it meant anything in this moment.
Because he knew the truth better than anyone else. He was not in control.
His body had moved on its own, his decisions had been made without his consent, and his will had been reduced to that of an observer trapped inside his own existence.
He had watched everything. Every step. Every word. Every action. He had seen himself descend upon that world like a sovereign, as though it had all been part of a grand plan.
But it had not been his plan.
He had watched himself suppress resistance, claim dominion over the planet, and ultimately seize the World Heart as if it were the most natural thing in the universe.
Even the act of gathering the surviving humans and sealing them within his domain had been carried out with cold precision. And yet…
He had felt nothing. Because it had not been him. And then, just as suddenly as it began, it ended. Control returned. He was discarded like a tool no longer needed.
Cyrus Thorn clenched his fists, veins faintly rising on his arms as restrained fury churned within him. He tried to move a finger. Nothing. He tried to circulate his spiritual energy.
Still nothing.
Even his divine sense felt dulled, as if wrapped in layers of invisible suppression that muffled his perception of the world. It was not just restriction… it was isolation.
As though something had reached into the very core of his existence and placed a lock upon him.
“Like a puppet…” he repeated in a low voice, bitterness seeping through each syllable. A puppet that had danced flawlessly.
A puppet that had believed itself alive while strings were pulled behind the curtain. A cold realization settled deeper within him.
Ross had not merely controlled his body. It had seamlessly overwritten his intent without resistance, as though his will itself had been irrelevant. That was what unsettled him most.
Not the power. Not the manipulation. But the ease.
With a sudden surge of effort, he turned inward, forcing his consciousness to stabilize.
Layer by layer, he pushed back against the lingering suppression, peeling away the residual influence.
A dull spiritual resonance echoed within his mind as he fully reclaimed his body. Only then did he open his eyes. Only then did he truly sit in his own authority again.
Without hesitation, he sealed the chamber completely. Runes flared briefly along the walls before dimming, cutting off external perception entirely. The world outside no longer mattered.
Only then did he act. With a thought, he reached into his soul space. A soft brilliance bloomed within his palm. The World Heart appeared.
It hovered above his hand like a condensed star, its light gentle yet profound. Inside it, countless laws intertwined… life, vitality, origin, and creation itself.
It pulsed faintly, like a miniature sun that sustained everything it touched. Just looking at it made one instinctively understand… This was the source of an entire world. Earth.
Cyrus stared at it in silence.
“I finally obtained the World Heart…” he said slowly, voice calm but carrying an undercurrent of restrained fury, “and yet I am completely powerless to use it.”
He tightened his grip slightly. The orb did not react.
No matter how he probed it, no matter how he attempted to infuse his spiritual energy, the World Heart remained unchanged… stable, indifferent, untouchable.
It neither accepted him nor resisted him. It simply existed, as though he were nothing more than a passerby holding something far beyond his comprehension.