Chapter 244: Ninth Floor

The old man looked at Lin Yuan, his expression one of gentle, melancholic pity.

"The mortal dust ends here, child," the Guardian spoke, its voice not a simulated echo, but a perfect replication of a true sovereign's divine decree.

The old man raised a single finger.

He did not cast a spell. He did not swing a sword. He simply commanded the space around Lin Yuan to collapse.

It was a domain of absolute, spatial suppression. The void contracted violently, forming an invisible, conceptual vice around Lin Yuan's body. The pressure was astronomical. Lin Yuan's Rank 10 Ancient Beast Body let out a terrifying, grinding groan as his bones were subjected to millions of pounds of force. His Dao Intent was instantly snuffed out, entirely suppressed by the higher-realm authority of the pseudo-Primordial Spirit.