Chapter 2269: Chapter 2267: The True Purgatory Chapter 2269: Chapter 2267: The True Purgatory Ethan Smith saw in an instant that all the spiritual energy and divine souls of those hundreds of dead people were absorbed into the underground of the Palace, reducing them to bare white bones in a short ti.
The Palace now seed almost real, and Ethan Smith crouched down to barely touch the cold floor with his hand.
The entire floor of the Palace was made of an unknown tal, engraved with a huge carved picture. There were statues of oddly-shaped people hunting demonic beasts and statues of people undergoing various tortures.
Ethan Smith kicked a large pile of bones away, revealing a massive carved scene several hundred feet across to everyone.
Countless people on a sinister continent were walking toward a Demon God in the center, their faces numb and expressionless.
Suddenly, everything in front of them started to blur, and all the statues and the main supports of the Palace began to change incessantly.
They were shrinking and enlarging, and a ‘person’ with a bare upper body, red hair, and Tusk suddenly appeared, holding an iron chain with countless skull bones on it. Those hundreds of bones rolled on the ground like balls, emitting a chilling sound.
Swoosh!
The iron chain suddenly lashed out, and everyone could only catch a glimpse of a cold light before the chain flashed by.
And the cultivators that the iron chain touched stood completely still.
“Hey, buddy, what’s wrong with you?”
A cultivator gently touched the person next to him, and that person disintegrated into countless particles and dissipated.
“What the hell is going on here? If this continues, we’ll all be wiped out!”
“Punishing Evil, you better explain this fast! Is this a conspiracy by your sect?”
“Punishing Evil, if you don’t speak up, we’ll kill you first!”
Another hundred or so people died instantly, and even the calst cultivators couldn’t help but direct their anger toward Punishing Evil, who had issued the Heavenly Punishnt Order.
And in the mont of speaking, that ‘person’ swung the iron chain again and launched another round of attacks, killing dozens more instantly!
A figure appeared behind that ‘person’, Chang Ye pinched finger techniques, and a green rune appeared on the back of the person with red hair and Tusk.
The man emitted thick green smoke, winced in pain, and his eyes turned fiery red, glaring so fiercely that even a glance from Ethan Smith made him feel like his soul was being sucked in.
The Underworld People fiercely pulled back the iron chain, which coiled towards Chang Ye like a poisonous snake.
Chang Ye’s body suddenly shattered into countless fragnts of spiritual energy, which was actually an incarnation of a rune.
A rune ignited in front of the red-haired man. He pinched a finger technique with his left hand, and imdiately three more runes attached themselves to the red-haired man. He scread miserably and eventually fell to the ground.
However, the mont he died, two identical red-haired, Tusked people suddenly appeared on the wall.
The clash of hundreds of heads on the iron chains emitted a terrifying ‘thud thud’ sound, making everyone’s hearts tremble.
As the two red-haired, Tusked people began their attack, cries of agony filled the Great Hall.
Even Ethan Smith dared not easily intercept the iron chain; he could not feel any fluctuation of spiritual energy in it and did not know if he could withstand it.
In just a quarter of an hour, about half of the cultivators in the Great Hall had died.
These were old cultivators who had survived in this galaxy for many years, their strength considered top-notch, yet unexpectedly, half of them were lost just like that.
Suddenly, the Great Hall experienced a violent shock, and a trendously loud bell rang within.
Ethan Smith’s body suddenly stumbled, almost falling into the pile of bones.
“Have these bones completely solidified?”
Ethan Smith’s feet could fully feel the icy touch of the bone beneath them, where so maggots, alive for who knows how many years, were slowly squirming.
At this mont, the Palace had completely stabilized, where everything within it had utterly solidified.
Outside the Great Hall, the Palace suddenly shook violently, and a huge phantom spread out rapidly, extending far into the distance in an instant.
Ethan Smith’s face changed drastically. The solid part of the Palace likely spanned from the Eighth Layer of Purgatory to the Seventh, and beyond where it spread. Ethan Smith found that even at the furthest reach of his divine sense, it was still enveloped in this phantom.
“Sothing’s not right! It feels like my spiritual energy has decreased?”
“No, it seems like my Divine Soul is affected; my divine sense seems to have beco obscure.”
“What’s going on? It’s as if my domain of rules is being suppressed.”
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The cultivators in the Great Hall began discussing, most wearing expressions of panic. Many had never experienced such a thing; this Mystic Realm had completely surpassed their understanding.
Only Chang Ye, Situ Haoyue, and i Li, who had top-level cultivation, managed to remain calm.
Ethan Smith unleashed his desolate divine eye, and within this world of monochro rule lines, he saw countless threads entwining everyone, and the color of these threads was one he had never seen before.
Ethan Smith felt a surge of anxiety. The desolate divine eye revealed the rule lines linked to the Heavenly Dao after a cultivator’s enlightennt with Heaven and Earth. The more such lines there were, the stronger the cultivator’s cultivation.
Like the ti he saw the Wind-Riding Boots at Master Solin’s stall, it was through the desolate divine eye that he saw its links to many rule lines, knowing it was a Treasure.
But now, another color of threads covered everyone’s heads, and it certainly wasn’t the power of the Heavenly Dao.
It was another kind of power of rules, and this power seed to suppress everyone mysteriously.
Moreover, the power of the Heavenly Dao from the previous era had very limited impact on the cultivators of the current Heavenly Dao.
But this mysteriously erging power of rules nearly suppressed about two-thirds of many cultivators’ cultivation level, which was extrely terrifying.
“What era’s power of the Heavenly Dao is this!”
Ethan Smith gasped in shock.
Even below the phantom, that power of the Heavenly Dao persisted. Outside Purgatory, many cultivators were still enveloped by this power of rules, unable to avoid it.
Outside the Palace, there also appeared that person with red hair and tusks chasing down Human Clan Cultivators.
“See? No one can avoid it. Every ti the land of Ghost Mansion appears, the Human Clan suffers a slaughter. Not even the Immortal Slaying Sect can avoid this massacre. If we stay scattered, it’s simply the road to death.”
Punishing Evil spoke coldly.
At this ti, this part of the galaxy had almost beco a true Purgatory.
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