Chapter 127

What are the conditions that allow an Outsider to touch the light of an opponent?

The Outsider touches directly.

Flesh meets flesh.

By the way, since a Harvesting System contains an Outsider, it has the same effect as if the Outsider itself were touching.

Because containing an Outsider isn’t like lifting it out of an ocean but rather submerging it back into one.

The Harvesting System cut with a sword.

Using tools to technically not touch yet still make contact.

An arrow was fired.

The projectile’s separation from the main body is ignored upon contact.

But seals cannot be touched.

If there’s no malice behind the action, there’s no connection to the Outsider.

Then what about the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign?

When the Outsider’s weight increased tenfold, it was flattened against the ground.

To begin with, Choseol is already tall, so the pressure felt by her body proportionally increases.

While observing the Outsider squashed against the ground, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign said:

“Let me ask you this: If you promise never to seek another’s warmth again, I’ll let you go.”

Meaning even the worst person deserves a chance to change.

This was the one and only chance the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign offered. Though pressed for time, it was part of his teaching to those in Kunlun’s heavenly realm.

Righteous belief saved the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign once…

But unfortunately, standing before him now is a monstrous corruption born from a twisted human heart. As always, good intentions get trampled by evil, twisted by jealousy.

They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions—not because kindness alone can lead to disaster, but because such acts aren’t truly kind. Instead, they’re excuses to avoid doing the right thing.

Blindly dispensing goodwill without considering consequences isn’t kindness—it’s lazy negligence mixed with arrogance and self-satisfaction.

For instance, when family gathers during holidays and starts prying into your income or marriage plans—all supposedly “for your own good.”

If these people took responsibility when things went wrong, maybe it’d be different—but most don’t.

Such actions aren’t kindness; they’re ugly, selfish behavior masquerading as virtue.

Before the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign stands someone who corrupts others’ goodwill and blames them for their own failures.

Thus, while the Sovereign’s goodness gave him a second chance, it wasn’t enough to escape this situation due to the overwhelming malevolence of his foe.

Attempting to negotiate after merely suppressing the Outsider, the Sovereign avoided direct conflict.

Once…

He gained another opportunity through his own benevolence.

However, a problem arose: Choseol, unable to use any special powers like Qi, turned out to be unexpectedly weak. Her body had been raised inhumanely in captivity, leaving her far from normal.

All four limbs collapsed, her ribs shattering under the strain of supporting internal organs. Blood and bodily fluids gushed out like squeezed water.

She became nothing more than pulp—bubbles of blood forming grotesquely across her body. Unable to withstand ten thousand times gravity, she disintegrated completely.

Moments later, scorching heat from the Extreme Yang Blade engulfed the area. Though invisible, temperatures soared beyond thousands of degrees, creating a blazing inferno.

Even the last patches of damp soil burned away, reducing everything to vapor. Atomic particles scattered into chaotic winds within the heavenly realm.

In that instant…

The Sovereign hadn’t realized victory was premature.

But the Outsider doesn’t die that easily. A mere setback won’t send it back down.

And when its vessel breaks, what spills out follows natural law.

Crack.

Crack.

Crack.

Fissures spread everywhere—a glass bottle connected to smaller bottles, pocket universes, dimensions known here as the heavenly realm. The interior couldn’t bear the stress anymore.

Kunlun, masters of dimensional travel, noticed something amiss.

Standing at the pinnacle of such techniques, the Primordial Heavenly Sovereign sensed strangeness.

Something feels off.

Snap.

Finally, the cracks widened until the entire structure shattered, revealing pitch-black emptiness beyond.

A void—nothingness sprawling endlessly.

The void itself isn’t strange.

Rather, the very existence of these cracks defies logic.

Though likened to a glass bottle earlier, it’s closer to floating light clusters. Even if life forms fell to despair, they’d eventually hit some bottom.

The world is akin to stars gathering together; venturing outside merely draws one back via gravity.

A world resembles a galaxy, crossing worlds much like traversing galaxies.

Of course, this is simplified for clarity.

In short, the outside is empty.

When glass breaks, shards scatter. Which way do they fly?

The direction force was applied? Or received?

Shards drift aimlessly through the abyss.

A colossal power resides here.

Though undetectable to the Sovereign, something immense exists capable of cracking the fabric of reality.

Now, only two remain in this small heavenly realm.

Through the central fissure emerged Choseol, unscathed.

“This heat isn’t warm at all. Your talent for accidental manslaughter is truly impressive.”

Realizing its weakness had been discovered, the Outsider smirked internally.

The setup: a great evil facing a youth. In truth, the disparity is far worse.

“Will you stop seeking others’ warmth?”

Without hesitation, the Outsider replied.

“Yes.”

The Sovereign placed both hands behind his back—appearing casual but trembling visibly from behind.

The Outsider already read the fear on his face.

“You have strict morals. You judge your actions harshly, claiming fairness… So why?”

Why commit such atrocities?

“It’s too cold.”

As always, the Outsider speaks plainly.

“To end this cold, I’ll do anything. No matter how wrong it seems, does it reduce my chill? Does letting others find happiness suffice? No. I prioritize myself above all else.”

Decisively answered.

Still hesitating, the Sovereign stared, trying to provoke hatred or death.

The Outsider continues,

“There’s someone who can call me up without waiting at the bottom. Shouldn’t I obtain such power by any means necessary? Why remain passive when I can actively invade?”

Humans feel affinity toward beings resembling them, yet there’s a tipping point where revulsion arises—an uncanny valley.

Right in the middle of that valley…

Lies the Outsider’s smile.

The Sovereign analyzed its words.

At first, he thought of Daegon, but dismissed it upon examining deeper motives. Daegon came here partly for survival but mostly driven by greed. That greed destroyed his world, leading him to battle the natives of Kunlun.

This is different.

A tiger needs meat to survive.

A tiger overly friendly to prey will starve. This is the nature of its demands.

Watching the Sovereign waver, the Outsider grew annoyed internally. Too soft-hearted, unwilling to act.

Thus, they must be eliminated.

Based on its human model, all humans lean toward wickedness. Such kindness offers no benefit to obtaining warmth.

Warmth flows naturally when desires are affirmed and pursued ruthlessly.

Goodness spreading is like avian flu in a chicken farm—it ruins the harvest.

The Outsider doesn’t misinterpret emotions.

It reads the Sovereign clearly: His hesitation stems not from fear but attempts to understand and persuade.

Therefore…

The Outsider shifts tactics.

People mistakenly assume kindness equals obedience, but the opposite is true. True kindness confronts injustice, persevering despite personal loss.

Speaking against wrongdoings, opposing unjust laws, challenging corrupted ethics—that defines real righteousness.

“Did you know? Long ago, I was human.”

Meaning its actions stem not from ignorance but choice.

Reasserting its stance,

“I know humans well. They’re inherently evil. With my influence, they’ll slaughter each other endlessly, providing me warmth.”

Not individually, but as existential enemies willing to sacrifice lives.

“I need warmth. To use a metaphor, you wouldn’t infect a feeding ground with disease, would you?”

Aware that society requires goodness to function, yet rejecting it anyway.

“I’ll repeat: I’ll do anything to gain warmth. Anything.”

Hearing this, the Sovereign resolved.

“So, you’ve chosen this path. Then I have no choice but to defeat you here.”

Raising his hand, the Sovereign thrust it forward, commanding countless floating tools around him.

“Maximum output. Ten thousand times gravity.”

The world compressed.

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