291: Chapter 289 Obeying Master's Decree!

"Absolutely brilliant."

Su Lin watched this Soul-stirring scene, let out a long breath of turbid air, and let out a heartfelt sigh of admiration.

"Facing a dimensional crushing that completely exceeds their cognition, they did not choose cowardly submission in a situation of certain death."

With Mortal bodies, they forcibly shattered the Law Avatar of the Upper Realm's false gods.

Mu Qingxue watched the light and shadow quietly, her hand holding the sword tightening slightly.

As a Sword Cultivator at the Middle Stage of the Mahayana Stage, she could better appreciate the resolute Dao Heart and conviction contained in that final strike from the The Green-robed Sword Cultivator.

However, this was, after all, a carefully arranged massacre trap.

A miracle, in the end, only lasts for a moment.

With the death of that Grey-Robed Figure, the underlying Formation of the entire Ascension Reception Platform was completely activated.

In the Immortal Transformation Pool, that ink-thick Death Qi surged into the sky like a volcanic eruption.

Thousands of black chains, ten times thicker than before, emerged from the Void Realm in all directions, like an airtight cage, instantly locking down this piece of heaven and earth.

After the The Green-robed Sword Cultivator unleashed that strike, his body was already hollowed out, without a shred of strength left to resist.

He watched the black chains pouncing like venomous snakes all around him; he didn't resist, but only slowly turned around to look at the The Muscular Body Cultivator behind him, who was also at the end of his strength.

The two looked at each other and smiled, their eyes devoid of fear of death, containing only a calm acceptance of dying in battle side-by-side.

"Big brother, in our next life, let's be brothers again."

The The Muscular Body Cultivator grinned with a mouth full of blood, revealing a smile that looked uglier than crying.

"Good! In the next life, we'll overturn these thieving heavens again!"

The The Green-robed Sword Cultivator laughed out loud.

Countless black chains instantly pierced through their bodies.

They didn't scream, but only gripped each other's hands tightly, allowing that terrifying power to strip away their Divine Souls and Dao foundations bit by bit.

Finally, the images in the light and shadow gradually grew dim.

Lives that were once vibrant turned into two shriveled corpses, falling powerlessly into the bottom of that foul-smelling Immortal Transformation Pool.

Inside the corridor, the light and shadow fragments completely dissipated, and the surroundings returned to that deathly silent and cold atmosphere.

Su Lin and his group did not speak for a long time.

The tragic battle just now was like a giant boulder, weighing heavily on everyone's heart.

"These high-and-mighty bastards!"

Su Hongling's eyes were red; she slammed her great sword onto the crystal floor, her chest heaving violently.

In her life, she most respected men who valued loyalty and emotion; the death of those three brothers had greatly stimulated her nerves.

"Old Man, when are we going to kill our way up? I want to smash those grey-robed monsters into meat patties one by one!"

An unfathomable ghostly light swirled in Luo Ximei's platinum-colored heterochromatic eye. She stuck out her bright red tongue to lick her lips, her voice raspy and dangerous.

"Killing them directly is too easy for them. This Venerable One will pull out their Divine Souls and stuff them into the myriad soul banner, letting them experience the pain those three Cultivators suffered for all eternity."

Chu Weiwei silently withdrew the poison needles into her sleeves, her pure face clouded with gloom.

Although she liked developing poisons, she had a bottom line. This behavior of harvesting countless Prodigies as nutrients at will had touched her reverse scale as a healer.

Han Yue's face was cold and stern, her fists tightly clenched under her purple-gold Phoenix robe. As an Empress who once ruled a region, she could not tolerate her subjects facing such a pre-arranged massacre after enduring thousands of hardships.

"Revered Master, this grudge must be avenged." Han Yue's voice was low, yet it carried a decisive, iron-clad resolve.

Su Lin did not immediately respond to his disciples' collective indignation.

He stood quietly in the crystal corridor, his gaze sweeping over the faint points of light remaining on the transparent walls.

Those points of light were the final marks left by the countless Ascenders who had died here over the ages.

Su Lin slowly closed his eyes, feeling the lingering sorrow and resentment in this space.

When he opened his eyes again, those deep pupils no longer held their previous gentleness and indifference.

It was the terrifying Aura of a superior being who is truly enraged, commanding respect without needing to show anger.

"These heavens indeed need to be overturned."

Su Lin's voice was unusually steady, without any hysterical shouting, yet it carried a majestic power as if his words were Law.

"They treat all living beings in this world as wheat that can be harvested at will, and they have turned the Great Dao of Ascension into a blood-stained slaughterhouse."

Su Lin slowly raised his right hand, and the [destiny] Immortal sword let out a low, excited hum, shooting out from between his brows to be caught firmly in his palm.

Upon the sword's body, the luster of chaos immortal gold and the six-colored divine runes complemented each other, radiating a sharpness sufficient to tear apart this Void Realm.

"Since they like setting up games, then as your Revered Master, I shall go and smash their chessboard."

Su Lin turned around and looked at his six disciples behind him, who were equally boiling with killing intent.

"Follow me closely. Today, we shall trample this Reception Platform and show these high-and-mighty false gods whether the fury of those from the Lower Realm can burn through their hypocritical Heavenly Court!"

"As you command! Revered Master!"

The six answered in unison, their voices shaking the corridor.

In this abandoned, cursed, and shattered space-time, the group of seven, filled with rage and resolve, strode toward the deepest part of the corridor—the core hall where countless crimes and secrets were hidden.

As the last fragment of light and shadow completely dissipated, the crystal corridor that recorded a hundred thousand years of blood, tears, and conspiracy finally reached its end.

Presented before the Revered Master and his seven disciples was no longer cold white jade or a void of stars, but a massive dark-red gate of flesh and blood that caused a psychological sense of oppression.

This gate seemed to possess its own life; the door panels were covered in dark-blue veins like human veins, and one could even hear a very faint "thump-thump" pulse from within. An extremely thick stench, a mixture of embalming spices and aged blood clots, seeped out through the cracks in the door.

"What a disgusting gate."

Su Hongling furrowed her brows in disgust, her hand tightening around the [no edge] great sword. Her instincts as a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator put her entire musculature into a state of perfect battle readiness. "Old Man, should I just smash it to pieces?"

"No need to dirty your hands."

Su Lin's expression was cold and sharp. He didn't even reach out to push; with just a thought, the [Myriad Heavens Star Chart] at his brow rotated slightly, and a domineering Space Law of cutting transformed into an invisible blade, carving a cross directly in front of him.

"Boom!"

That seemingly indestructible gate of flesh and blood didn't even have time to scream before it was forcibly dismembered into four pieces by this Space Law. Viscous black blood sprayed out, but it was frozen in mid-air by the cold Qi released by Mu Qingxue a step ahead, turning into black ice shards that shattered on the ground.

The gate swung open, and a gust of yin wind, mixed with the shrill wails of ghosts and howls of wolves, surged out from the bottomless space behind it.

Su Lin did not pause for a moment, stepping into this core of evil hidden in the deepest part of the Ascension Reception Platform.

The seven female Disciples followed closely, each of them surrounded by a heart-palpitating killing intent.

When they saw the scene behind the door, even Su Lin, who was mentally prepared, couldn't help but have the corner of his eye twitch violently.

This was no hall; this was clearly a super-sized "living refining workshop"!

The entire space was as vast as an underground city.

From the ceiling hung hundreds of thick, stalactite-like transparent glazed pipes.

And within these pipes, what flowed was not water, but liquid Souls that displayed a seven-colored glow yet were mixed with endless resentment!

On the floor of the hall, tens of thousands of dark-gold Cauldrons were arranged in dense rows.

Beneath every Cauldron, a ghostly blue yin fire burned. Through the transparent side walls of the Cauldrons, one could clearly see the mangled bodies of Cultivators soaking inside.

Some of these bodies were only half-remaining, some were just a single head, but without exception, their facial expressions were frozen in extreme pain and despair.

Those glazed pipes, like vampire tentacles, were plunged deep into the crowns of these bodies, continuously extracting the Dao Fruits, Spiritual Roots, and Divine Soul Origins they had spent a lifetime cultivating!

"These beasts..."

Chu Weiwei's eyes instantly turned red, and she bit her lip so hard that a trace of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth due to extreme anger. "They actually treat living Cultivators as medicinal dregs for refining pills and energy! This method of extraction allows one to remain conscious and clearly feel themselves being drained bit by bit... This is ten thousand times more cruel than being sent to the eighteen levels of Hell!"

In Luo Ximei's platinum right eye, Demonic Fire leaped frantically.

"It's not just draining them; they also specifically preserved the resentment of these peerless Prodigies to use as fuel for some Great Formation. To kill and then condemn the Soul, not even sparing the last bit of dignity after death."

Just as everyone was shocked beyond measure by this Hell-on-earth scene, a voice full of mockery and arrogance abruptly came from the deepest part of the hall.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these are truly unexpected visitors."

Accompanying this voice, in the center of the hall, a stabbing dark-gold light slowly lit up on a high platform built from countless bleached-white skulls.

Within the light, a figure gradually emerged.

Unlike the tattered grey robes worn by the previous Death Soldiers and harvesters, this person wore an extremely magnificent dark-gold robe embroidered with patterns of the sun, moon, and stars in silver thread.

He wore no mask, revealing a pale, feminine, and even demonically handsome face.

He floated in mid-air, looking down at Su Lin's group, playing with a glazed bottle that emitted a seven-colored light. What was inside the bottle was precisely the pure Dao Fruits extracted from the Cultivators below.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, these are truly unexpected visitors."

The Golden-Robed Envoy's narrow eyes narrowed slightly as he brought the glazed bottle to his nose and took a deep breath, a nearly pathological look of intoxication appearing on his face.

"To be able to pass through the outer Great Void Annihilation Formation and reach this core refining workshop, you Lower Realm beings are the first batch in a hundred thousand years."

He looked down at Su Lin and the others, his eyes showing no hint of caution or fear, only the indifference and arrogance of a higher-dimensional being looking down at an anthill.

"Let me see... a Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator, a Demonic Cultivator fused with Upper Realm Origin, an Ice Cultivator, a Poison Cultivator, an Archaic Demon Cultivator... Oh? There's even an Empress with a faint Human Emperor Luck?"

The light in the Golden-Robed Envoy's eyes grew brighter and brighter; it was the greed of seeing a peerless treasure.

"Good! Excellent! This Seat was just worrying that the quality of the 'wheat' ascending from the Lower Realm over these last few millennia has been getting worse and worse, with the refined immortal essence not even enough to fill the gaps between the teeth of those lords above. I didn't expect that today, several such plump 'wild specialties' would deliver themselves to my door!"

He casually tucked the glazed bottle back into his sleeve, his gaze finally passing over the six peerless female disciples to land on Su Lin, who was faintly protected in their center.

"Kid, This Seat must admit, your luck and romantic fortune are not bad."

The Golden-Robed Envoy extended a finger from his high position and spoke in an unquestionable tone of bestowal:

"Now, This Seat will give you a chance. Kneel, voluntarily disperse your consciousness, and offer this strange skin of yours for This Seat to study. As for these seven top-grade Cauldrons behind you..."

"As long as they obediently put on Immortal Slave collars, This Seat can recommend to the Heavenly Court to spare them the pain of being thrown into the refining furnace, letting them serve This Seat in the Upper Realm for all eternity. How about it? This is an Immortal destiny that you Lower Realm swine couldn't earn in tens of thousands of lifetimes!"

"Hong Ling, Ximei, Qingxue, Weiwei, Han Yue, Youer, Qiuyue."

Su Lin's voice was very soft, yet it seemed to contain some terrifying magic that made his words Law, exploding clearly in the depths of each Disciple's Sea of Consciousness.

"Your Disciples are here!!!"

Seven crisp shouts, saturated with sky-toppling killing intent, echoed simultaneously in the vast underground space.

Seven terrifying Auras, enough to change the face of heaven and earth and make the stars fall, erupted in this instant, locking onto the Golden-Robed Envoy in mid-air.

"He said just now that he wants to make you Immortal Slaves and take my skin for research."

Su Lin slowly raised his right hand, gold light exploding at his brow. That half-step Immortal Artifact [destiny], fused with six-colored divine runes and chaos immortal gold, let out a cloud-piercing sword whistle and landed steadily in his palm.

He pointed the sword tip diagonally at the ground.

"Together, chop him into pieces for me, inch by inch, and stuff him into those Cauldrons. I want him to taste what it's like to have his Dao Fruits drained and be flayed and deboned!"

"We humbly obey Revered Master's decree!!!"

Boom!!!

In the thousandth of a second after the words fell, the battle exploded instantly!

"Get the Hell down here for this old lady!!!"

Su Hongling had the most explosive temper; she didn't use any spells to fly, but kicked off the indestructible Nine Heavens Immortal-Condensing Jade floor with all her might.

With a thunderous bang, the ground directly collapsed into a massive pit a hundred zhang wide!

She transformed into a meteor burning with dark-gold blood-Qi flames, instantly crossing the spatial distance to appear above the Golden-Robed Envoy's head.

She squeezed her Mahayana Stage Body Cultivator strength to the limit, and the [no edge] great sword in her hand, carrying a Gravity Law that could suppress eternity, crushed the surrounding space into pieces as it slammed down toward the Golden-Robed Envoy!

"Reckless Lower Realm barbarian! You dare to reach your claws toward an Immortal?!"