"Transmit my command."

Kong Se's expression twitched: "The matter of the Border Prison is of great importance, there can be no mistakes. Within the center, everyone retreats to the Desperate Layer and guards the Holy Object!

Also..."

He paused for a moment, squeezing the words through his teeth: "Release the Nether River Dragon and buy some time!"

Soon, the high-pitched sound of horns blared again.

Within the city, the sound of collapse resonated. The shadow of a colossal figure emerged from the rolling smoke, unfurling its eerie scale wings, blotting out the sky and sun.

Its roar shook the heavens and the earth.

Surprisingly, the first to waver were the Angel Legion, still struggling to resist, their formations disrupted, already scattering in retreat.

"Nether River Dragon..."

"Are they insane!"

"We're still here! Why is there no sign from the center at all!"

"Kong Se!!!"

In the boiling river of molten rock, chains loosened under the liberation of the angels, and a dragon covered with dried corpses and twisted faces rose from the fierce flame, opening its mouth to devour.

Whether angel or demon.

Those eyes harboring nothing but pure hunger and greed, devouring with delight.

The demons' offensive abruptly halted.

Too enormous and recovering too quickly, even the long spears of divine power scarcely rendered any fatal damage momentarily. Instead, upon contact with its skin, they were instantly seized by its hungry flesh, hard to break free, becoming part of the desiccated corpses upon it.

Over prolonged time, unknown numbers of sinners' flesh and souls had been devoured, the Nether River Dragon, akin to a stitched abomination, radiated a tangible sense of despair and madness, ravenous for all before it.

Until, mutant eyes gazed upon a petite and slender figure.

Unlike those demons reeking of pungent oil and steel, or angels stinking like mucus, it emitted a refreshing aura unchanged.

So sweet.

No matter the distance, upon perceiving such a delectable soul's existence, it became irresistible, ignoring the demons' assault, recklessly dragging chains, and charged madly.

Rotten wings barely supported its bloated body, like mountains writhing, stirring up gales and countless dust, crawling hungrily amidst the thunderous noise.

Step by step forward.

In a blink, spanning vast distances, across swirling dust, a face still carrying drunkenness emerged in its eyes, sweet and alluring like dewdrops in poison.

As for the lazy figure walking beside, it paid no mind.

Thus, failed to see, that raised hand...

Gently, pointed through the air.

As if pressing a pause button.

The world fell silent.

Upon Ji Jue's raised arm, the Steel Hand shattered, replaced by an invisible Spiritual Hand, devoid of color or shape, seeming void yet like a black hole, incessantly twisting everything around, rewriting illusions, and revising all.

Easily grasped the colossal presence before with its 'hand'.

"Quite an interesting thing."

In the dead silence, Ji Jue scrutinized what was held, molding and reshaping, "Though chaotic, it can be repurposed, best keep it for now."

Boom!!!

A tremendous roar of steel friction burst from the void, intertwined iron crystals grew forth rapidly, extended, expanded, tore through flesh, embedded in bone marrow, layer by layer pierced through, seemingly shackled, trapped in a cage.

Hardly able to wail.

Only uncontrollable trembling and whimpering echoed within the small cage.

And those two figures, without looking back, already ventured far.

Then, the breach of the Central Sanctuary!

Like slicing melons, they advanced long strides, all locks and intercepts dissolved, collapsed, turned to dust before that casually waving hand.

Below the Central Sanctuary, within the second layer of the Border Prison, behind the Sealing Gate, Kong Se already drenched in sweat, trembled restlessly.

Still a chance, Kong Se, don't panic, there's still a chance!

The offerings are ready, sacrifices made, once the Holy Object awakens, once the channel with the Divine Country Paradise is opened again, everything will be fine!

Soon, soon it will...

Splat!

In the dead silence, the sound of breaking resounded.

Upon the Sealing Gate, sturdy enough to withstand mighty forces, weighing comparable to mountains, appeared a slight fracture, then a spreading web of cracks.

At last, the crisp sound of breaking overlapped continuously, transforming into a tremendous roar like a collapsing iceberg.

The Sealing Gate turned to dust!

The blood-drenched Steel Demons advanced, viscous blood continually dripped from faces and armor like a red carpet, until the final figure set foot in.

Like returning home, unfettered and carefree stride forward.

Vision casually swept over the ready-to-battle legion yet indifferent as if unseen, the gaze, ultimately fell upon the altar, the blood-coated Holy Object.

An epiphany.

"So this is it, there's still a 'key', huh?"

Ji Jue lightly sighed: "I surmised why I couldn't find the path to the third layer."

The moment he heard the voice, Kong Se, who had initially been relieved that the Holy Object was awakened and could be activated at any time, could no longer control himself, his vision darkened, and he trembled like a sieve.

The third layer!!!

Where did these damn heretics learn of this top secret capable of shaking the entire Divine Country Paradise?

Even he himself only learned of the significance of the Border Prison from the Pope's subtle warning when he assumed the position of Legion Commander.

But in that instant, the fear and turmoil in his heart suddenly settled, revealing determination!

There was no room for retreat anymore.

All those who heard the blasphemous words and seduction of the heretics must be eradicated, and the heretics must be drowned completely here.

This crucial secret must be kept at all costs!

Before the solemn Holy Temple in the infinite darkness of the second layer, Kong Se raised the scepter in his hand and struck it down fiercely, a loud noise reverberating from the earth, deep and carrying an unyielding decree.

Thus, in the boiling darkness, rows of stakes slowly rose...

In the first layer of the Border Prison, those imprisoned are the offenders and heretics who have violated taboos and shown disrespect towards the divine, sentenced to eternal torment and everlasting pain.

While in the second layer of the Border Prison, those locked up are all the rebels and abnormal targets that have once threatened the Divine Country, including madmen trying to destabilize the Divine Country, fools exploiting the Paradise's loopholes, and masterminds causing chaos for selfish desires.

Here, there is no torture or pain that can bring perception. On the contrary, there is only nothingness.

At the end of that darkness, deep inside the second layer of the Border Prison, in a domain called the 'Lost Light Well', time accelerates to the limit, where a brief moment can become eternity.

In the endless agony, the absolute void after losing all senses can annihilate any consciousness and self, turning all souls completely blank under the erosion of time.

And those empty shells with their consciousness completely wiped out are repurposed by the cult, undergoing the most thorough transformation, implanted with many creations to become backup containers for carrying Divine Power!

It is for the final moment, to serve as the last insurance for guarding the Border Prison!

At this moment, under the illumination of holy light, the stakes rose like a forest, with emaciated and hunched figures nailed onto them, their expressions numb, eyes vacant, only scorching radiant light continuously gushed from their eyes, ears, mouths, and noses.

The Divine Power overflowed, almost tearing apart those bodies.

The Divine Power, nearly materialized, even surpassed the Saint!

And when the Holy Object in the Holy Temple was fully activated, a pillar of light connecting heaven and earth shot up, tearing through the Border Prison's layers, ascending to the sky and breaking through the chaos and turmoil outside the Border Prison, amidst gale and torrential rain.

That slender path had already penetrated into the Sky City.

In the Descent Hall, the Guardian Saint who had been waiting for a long time, without hesitation, clenched their palms, tearing apart and disintegrating their own body, turning it into nothingness.

Consciousness had descended from the heavens.

Falling into the deepest part of the Border Prison, once again, opened its eyes.

The Divine Power bestowed by the Holy God was liberated here.

Unlike the Annihilation of All Things·Heavenly Punishment Thunder granted to Yidra, as the Guardian Saint, he was the high wall and iron barrier protecting the Divine Country Paradise.

What he was bestowed with, was the blessing to single-handedly block a myriad of troops as long as Divine Power remained when necessary!

[One Source and Ten Thousand Streams·One Heart and Ten Thousand People]!

Even if it was merely a wisp of consciousness descending across the void into the Border Prison, at that moment, in response to the conduction of Divine Power and the illumination, the empty shells on the stakes convulsed violently, and amidst the torrent of Divine Power, their appearances mutated, transforming into the likeness of the Guardian Saint.

Moreover, not just those pre-prepared containers, even Legion Commander Kong Se who initiated the Holy Object, and all the Angels within the Border Prison at this moment, were invaded and transformed by the power of the Guardian Saint, becoming his vessels!

Seventy-one empty shells supporting the descent of the Saint, and even several thousand remaining Angels and the legion, all became the replicas of the Guardian Saint at this moment.

Moreover, all self-replicating entities did not have any conflict or disharmony among themselves, as if they were born this way.

The Divine Power flowed among them as one; any single individual could gather all the power within the entire set at any time. Even if temporarily defeated, they could recover at tens of thousands of times the speed.

Under the endless supply of Divine Power, they were absolutely immortal and indestructible!

"Heretics, meet your end—"

All the Guardian Saints stared with rage, their bodies suddenly expanding, transforming into giants standing against the sky, overlooking the insignificant Dust beneath their feet.

In their raised palms, holy light converged into nearly tangible spears of light, radiating a temperature capable of challenging the fierce sun, without hesitation, striking down!

Yet at that moment, they halted abruptly.

When Ji Jue's Invisible Hand lifted again, extending a finger gently towards the sky, the tips of the spears overlapping together stalled in mid-air!

As if frozen solid.

No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't advance further.

Then, in this silence, a helpless sigh was heard.

"One after another, getting so tall suddenly, it's really unfriendly to other people's necks."

Ji Jue sighed softly, telling him:

"Kneel—"

Then, terrifying waves that shook the entire Border Prison surged.

Boom!!!!

Sounds like mountain collapses erupted, mighty winds surged, almost sweeping away all the Dust.

Just a blink of an eye.

What happened?

The Saints stalled in place.

When they came to their senses, all of them, surprisingly, were already prostrate on the ground, five-body casting.

Like an audience, bowing to the enemy of the divine right in front of them, irreconcilable under the same sky.

Bowing piously!

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