Millionaire Son in Law Chapter 6855 Divine Fire Source Core
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- A hidden land with a somber history.
- Generations tied to massive, unknown structures.
- A mysterious, potent energy source.
The old man was a little surprised.
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He couldn’t detect a trace of lies on this extraordinary young man’s face, and his calm and open eyes slightly eased the vigilance in his heart.
He opened his mouth, hesitated for a moment, and finally lowered his voice to speak: “My lord this place is called the Land of Ashes.”
“Earth Embers?” David repeated the unfamiliar name, his purple eyes flashing slightly.
“It was Ash.”
The old man’s voice was hoarse and dry, as if his throat was filled with sand. “I have lived on this land since I was a child. My father, my grandfather, my great-grandfather for generations have lived here.”
No one knew how vast this land was, or what lay beyond it. We were born here, we died here, and we will never escape this gray, cloudy sky.
He raised his shriveled, trembling hand as he pointed at the giant chimney billowing black smoke and the endless metal towers in the distance: “Those are the towers of sacrifice. We, the people of the Ashlands, spend our entire lives revolving around those towers.”
Boys were taken to work in factories from a young age, while the women lived in warehouses to sew, cook, and care for the children.
Even teenagers, as long as they can grab a wrench, have to go to the factory.
They started work before dawn and did not return home until it was completely dark, working all year round without rest.
David looked in the direction he was pointing. Towering steel towers stood like silent giants under the gray sky. The base is covered in pipes and crossed by a conveyor belt. He could vaguely see countless small figures moving busily between the towers.
His divine sense expanded slightly, and he sensed that the interior of the towers was filled with some kind of extremely unstable energy.
It is extremely hot, violent, and contains terrifying destructive power.
The energy bore an extremely subtle resemblance to the primordial energy of the nuclear force imprint embedded deep within his Dantian.
David’s heart sank a little, but he calmly continued his question, “What are those towers for?”
The old man’s gaze suddenly became complicated, his turbid eyes churning with fear, anger, and a deep sense of helplessness.
He looked around before lowering his voice and saying in a volume that only David could hear, “Create create ‘divine fire’.”
“Divine Fire?”
“That was the fire that exploded at the top of the tower.”
The old man’s voice trembled with suppressed emotions, “Every ten days, the Great Chieftain will order the burning of the offering tower. The top of the tower will explode with a dazzling light, followed by a deafening roar. The entire sky will be illuminated, and the ground will shake.”