The usurper’s treasure box (9) Scattered inside the treasure box were the concepts of the universe. These were the powers that the usurper had seized during the ancient wars against the transcendent beings. Now, those powers were slipping away from the usurper and falling under Taesan’s control.
The distorted form of the usurper stiffened, as if his face had turned to stone.
“You!”
The usurper swung his hand swiftly. The power of corruption activated, and dust flew toward Taesan. Taesan crossed his hands in front of him.
What burst forth was not a barrier or physical force, but a dazzling white light, purer than anything else.
Kiiiiiing!
Light and the corrupt dust clashed. Powers of equal strength met and shattered each other.
“... You.”
The usurper, who had defeated countless transcendents in the past wars and stolen their powers, was furious. Among those powers was a god of light, shining brilliantly and purifying the world. The power Taesan was now wielding was precisely that of the god of light.
Taesan had intervened in the concept the usurper had taken and wielded it as if it were his own.
“Don’t be ridiculous.”
A cold, hardened voice rang out, void of any laughter. Countless powers rained down upon Taesan. But he did not move.
He simply focused his mind on the powers he touched.
“You triggered the power stealing technique.”