At the first reaction, the sentinel felt an incomprehensible astonishment, an unbearable confusion, even a hundredfold humiliation, and a ten thousandfold, hundred thousandfold, millionfold anger and frenzy!

Faces, all alike, spread instantly like an infectious red light, turning iron-green and blushing, divine power surged, struggling with all their might, and then, roaring with abandonment!

The earth shook like a carpet, the overlapping roars transforming into thunder.

Echoing through the Border Prison.

Until Ji Jue frowned.

He said, "Quiet."

And so, silence.

An invisible ripple spread, passing through the world, it returned to its original stability, the myriad phenomena silent as if in a hush.

Quiet enough that one could even hear the buzzing in their ears, the echoes of blood flowing.

A dead silence!

Only the saints lying on the ground remained, spasming in anger, mouths open, roaring in fury, but no matter what, they could not make a sound.

Like experimental specimens fixed on a processing platform.

At the mercy of others.

"In terms of threat level, they're not even worth mentioning compared to Yidra."

Ji Jue lowered his eyes, lamenting with a sigh, "After waiting all this time, I was hoping someone of substance would arrive, but in the end, it's just this kind of stuff. All that fuss, might as well bite a lighter."

"Are your Holy Gods out of work?"

The sentinel was enraged, furious, anger upon anger, but alas, all to no avail.

Values?

In this illusory world, values are the most meaningless things; as long as divine power is infused, even a pig can be blown up to a saint.

The sentinel's peculiarity lies in his soul and consciousness—amidst irrational fanaticism and prayer, all impurities were removed from his nature, resulting in a pure 'egolessness'. It is because of this egolessness that he could easily infect others through fervent obsession, completing replication.

Thus, besides the collective release of divine power, there is nothing distinctive at all.

No matter how many values, they are ultimately just values, good for stomping bugs, but for a dog manager like Ji Jue, who holds authority, it's all too easy to alter them, whether to increase or decrease.

Therefore, mastery and restraint of systems are the priority.

As long as the system is mastered, Ji Jue, holding special authority, can handle such things effortlessly.

Moreover...

He hasn't even used the system!

"Can't even match the values of others, don't bother, just delete it."

Ji Jue flicked his fingers with disinterest.

In that moment, a force greater than the sentinel's appeared from the void, bursting and spreading, unleashing a silver storm, wiping out every instance created by the sentinel on its path!

Above his head, the Fly King's Crown radiated brilliant light.

But the color of that light was so bizarre, like a multicolored black, incessantly eroding reality, piercing through illusions, covering the void.

Only at the moment of using this terrifying power did the sentinel finally realize the terrifying difference like a chasm, and even more, above Ji Jue's head, a vortex spreading menacingly like an illusion!

Countless obscure illusionary lights converged, transforming into a torrent, swirling, merging into the void-like darkness.

Easily, it engulfed the entire Border Prison!

"The Border Prison really is a great place."

Ji Jue spread his five fingers, grinning at the dazed sentinel, "Don't you think?"

Despair, pain, resentment, curse, fear, hatred, frenzy...

Simply endless!

Those sinners and heretics, over near-eternal lengthy time, have generated suffering when repeatedly pushed into the sea of flames, being torn apart, frozen, burned to ashes, or crushed into mud again and again. In the endless suffering, one would despair, go mad, until finally, after being squeezed dry time after time, they become ashes and dust that can never be restored.

How many times have such scenes occurred here?

Like sparse mundane daily life, repeated day after day, seeming able to stretch to the end of time, and in this endless Hell, how much ashes and dust abandoned by the Holy Gods waft?

If there is power in faith, then within this evil, does it also harbor a flame sufficient to burn it all?

Now, pain and resentment rise from the dust.

Under Ji Jue's gravity, this power buried beneath the crust is continuously converging towards him, racing towards the vortex of the Fly King's Crown, constantly enhancing his power.

Since the moment he stepped into the Border Prison, he began to grow stronger at an unimaginable speed, stronger, and stronger...

Even until now, the colossal vortex stirred by the Fly King's Crown is still expanding.

Devouring pain, gorging on despair!

Swallowing all that silent resentment and madness.

Those pure pains flowed through consciousness and soul, rushing through, and amidst the illusions floating ahead, countless phantoms entangled around him, almost like a living curse!

Ji Jue didn't mind at all, in fact, he didn't even dispel them.

He simply opened his hands calmly, holding all their last remaining resentments and curses in his ten fingers,

Curses and praises, trust and hatred, it doesn't matter, just leave it to me.

No more suffering, nor need for sorrow and despair.

All suffering will meet its end.

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