Fourth True Monarch cultivated the canon of order. And thus, over the years, he had tracked down everyone who competed with him by cultivating the same canon, and killed them. Thus, the canon became his own. His dao of order became completely and utterly unique.0

Unless he died, it would be impossible for anyone else in existence to take the canon of order. As of this moment, thirteen canons had appeared, yet only three canonical orders emerged from within the coffins.0

“Wind cannot exist here!”0

The moment the words drifted out, all wind in heaven and earth vanished. Countless grains of sand began to fall to the ground.0

“Sand cannot exist here!”0

The grains of sand stopped moving, then turned into absolutely nothing.0

Up in midair, the black-garbed woman looked on, eyes narrowed.0

Then came the third and last canonical order. “Other than me, no one from outside this space-time can exist here!”0

A terrifying force descended as if to purify the area and drive everything away. When it hit the black-garbed woman, who shivered from head to toe, her consciousness started peeling away. Then, the eyes behind the mask turned crimson. Laughter rang out. It was a sinister, disdainful laughter.0

“You’re not the real Fourth True Monarch, nor the Immortal Lord. So you order things...0