The foundation of the True Underworld was negative emotions and thoughts, but the negative emotions within Iron Mountain Prison's underworld were far too mixed and muddled. There was greed, pain, scheming, indulgence, a thirst for status, and lust for beauty.
Just like those arrested B-class targets—some had embezzled public funds, some had traded money for power, some had molested subordinates, some had committed occupational embezzlement. Every kind of scum was there.
A structure built upon a pile of scum like that, no matter how enormous, was nothing more than a mountain of garbage.
The underworld power bearing down before him looked fierce and irresistible, but in Shi Tiexin's eyes, it was merely a rabble forced together by sheer patchwork.
"No wonder even your own appearance is such an ugly hodgepodge. The root of your power is nothing more than a stitched-together monstrosity."
"But my 'concept' is far, far purer."
"When all is said and done, it comes down to one word—fear."
Shi Tiexin raised his outstretched right palm toward the sky. The False Underworld, small as it was, suddenly erupted with a peerless terrifying momentum. In the direction of his palm, the False Underworld continuously bulged, as though a huge lump had risen on a round egg.
"Fear me, criminals!"
"I am the Avatar of fear. I am—infinite terror!"
Bang—!
That enormous bulge suddenly exploded, yet Shi Tiexin's False Underworld did not collapse with it. Instead, its madness had only just begun.
Something terrifying abruptly extended from the exploded bulge.
They were chains. Black iron chains spread out in endless numbers like the most frenzied tentacles.
The iron chains tangled and coiled, growing from slender to thick.
The iron chains pierced and lashed, capturing every evil manifestation nearby.
Shi Tiexin's True Underworld instantly transformed into a Nameless Abomination, an ultimate