The moment he finished speaking, he turned around abruptly, raised his right hand, and the origin of chaos condensed in his palm into a thin, cicada-wing-like gray-purple light screen.
The light curtain stretched across the passage, cutting it in half.
The spatial laws of fragments of the Heavenly Pivot flowed above the light screen, twisting, folding, and sealing the spatial structure of the passage, like an invisible gate that blocked the pursuers above.
The entire passageway trembled violently the moment the first wave of inspectors collided with the light barrier.
The silvery-white divine light of order collided violently with the gray-purple chaotic light curtain, and the shockwaves rippled back and forth in the narrow passage, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the walls on both sides.
The light screen shook violently a few times before stabilizing.
David could sense that this spatial gate could hold off a fourth-grade Immortal Lord inspector for about twenty breaths, but if a fifth-grade Immortal Lord were to make a move, it would shatter in at most ten breaths.
Twenty breaths is enough for him to do a lot of things.
David turned and continued rushing downhill. The passage became wider and deeper, and the temperature in the air rose rapidly.
A strong, nauseating odor wafted from deep within.
The aura was thick with the resentment, unwillingness, anger, and despair of countless cultivators at the moment of their death, as thick as a pot of soup that had been simmering for ten thousand years, making people’s souls tremble.
Ye Qing followed behind him, her face deathly pale.
Those lingering resentments had not completely dissipated; they were still churning, struggling, and wailing within the furnace.
At the end of the passage was a huge silver stone door, its doors engraved with densely packed divine runes of order, and dazzling silver-white light and scorching heat seeped out from the cracks in the door.
On either side of the stone gate stood a silver-white stone puppet, its aura at the early stage of the fifth rank of Immortal Lord. Its eyes shone with divine light of order, and it suddenly opened its eyes and attacked when it sensed someone approaching.
The two stone golems attacked with extreme force, their silvery-white divine light transforming into two enormous blades of light that slashed at David.
David neither dodged nor evaded; the Chaos Origin condensed into a thick shield in front of him, forcefully withstanding the two attacks.
The light blade exploded into a shower of silvery-white debris the moment it hit the shield. David was knocked back half a step before regaining his balance.
He raised his hand, and the primordial chaos transformed into two gray-purple sword lights, which precisely pierced the cores of the two stone statues.
The stone golem’s body trembled violently, and the divine runes on its surface crumbled inch by inch, eventually shattering completely into a pile of silvery-white rubble.
David turned around and slammed his palm onto the stone gate.
The primordial chaos poured in, dismantling, shattering, and devouring the order formations within the stone gate layer by layer. The entire stone gate split open from the middle and collapsed with a deafening roar.
Behind the door lies hell.
An extremely vast underground space unfolded before David, with a dome hundreds of feet high, covered with densely packed divine runes of order, like a large net enveloping the entire space.
In the very center of the space, a colossal furnace stands majestically.
The furnace was entirely silver-white, several tens of feet tall, with countless Dao patterns of order flowing across its surface, each exuding an extremely rich aura of the Order.
At the top of the furnace was a huge opening, within which silvery-white flames burned fiercely, and within the flames surged the essence of tens of thousands of cultivators.
Those origins were refined, purified, and compressed layer by layer by the flames, turning into drops of pure Heavenly Dao essence, which were continuously transported along the channels inside the furnace towards a distant direction.
Hundreds of human-shaped, silvery-white cocoons hung around the furnace.
Those cocoons contain empty shells of flesh, their essence drained away. They have not yet been reshaped and still retain their faces, shapes, and meridian structures from their previous lives.
But their eyes were empty, devoid of any light, like hundreds of clothes hanging up.
David saw one of the cocoons.
He was a handsome young man, around twenty years old, with a hint of stubbornness remaining between his brows, but his eyes had completely lost their light.
His hands hung at his sides, his fingertips still trembling slightly unconsciously—the last muscle memory before they were drained.
Ye Qing stood behind David, looking at the cocoon-like body, her whole body trembling violently.
He recognized the man—he was one of the cultivators who had entered the outer sect of the Tian Shu Sect with him two years ago.
They had attended classes at the same temple and worked in the same sacred field.
Later, that person was taken away by the border patrol office, who said that his “traditional lineage verification was unqualified”.
Ye Qing thought he was dead.
But he was just drained.