Quentin in Trouble

Inside the seventeenth level of the Gate of Purgatory, above the abyss leading to the Eighteenth Level, five figures sat in a row. They all closed their eyes, struggling to resist the powerful pressure emanating from the abyss, and were cultivating under this immense pressure.

The passage to the seventeenth floor suddenly opened.

A man and a woman emerged from the passage.

The woman was none other than Victoria, the warden of the Gate of Purgatory, while the man was Quentin, who was now the Chief Justice of the House of Representatives.

"Grandmaster, the pressure here is too strong. I have no choice but to return to the sixteenth floor."

The pressure on the seventeenth floor was several times stronger than that on the sixteenth floor. With Victoria's current strength, she was indeed not strong enough to withstand it. Therefore, when she descended to this floor, her face turned a sickly pale.

"Go ahead." Quentin nodded.

After Victoria left, he also sped toward the abyss.

Having served as the warden of the Gate of Purgatory for over 1.5 million years, Quentin was no stranger to the seventeenth level.

The entire seventeenth level was filled with the oppressive aura emanating from the abyss, and the closer one got to the abyss leading to the Eighteenth Level, the stronger the oppressive aura became.

But Quentin's speed did not slow down at all, and he soon appeared beside the abyss.

The five people sitting on the edge of the abyss also opened their eyes and looked at him. They had sensed Quentin's presence as soon as he stepped into this level.

"Didn't they say that anyone who leaves the Gate of Purgatory loses their right to enter? You're here again this time, you didn't get caught for doing something wrong, did you?" Lossem's tone was tinged with sarcasm.

"Lossem, you didn't brush your teeth again this morning, did you? Your breath stinks." Quentin was clearly familiar with the other man. "I'm back this time because I've become the Chief of the Council of Elders. I have the authority to freely enter and exit the Gate of Purgatory."

The three Order Keeper Leader had obviously received the news in advance and were not surprised.

Both Lossem and Basaka were somewhat surprised.

"Council of Elders? Are you sure it's not an old people's home?" Although Lossem knew the other party was telling the truth, he still retorted.

"Lossem, do you want to fight?!" Quentin was already in a bad mood after hearing that Gu Zang had left, and he wanted to find a place to vent his anger.

"Then let's go!" Lossem stood up as well.

"Forget it, let's all keep quiet. We're not children anymore," Basaka advised.

"What's so great about it? It's just a position with no real power," Lossem muttered under his breath, still somewhat annoyed.

Quentin and Lossem have been sworn enemies for a long time. Back when Quentin had just become the warden, Lossem taught him a lesson. Later, after Quentin became the Strongest King, he frequently caused trouble for Lossem, and that's how their feud began.

"Three Commanders, I heard that the powerful figure imprisoned on the Eighteenth Level has escaped?" Quentin ignored Lossem, knowing he had more important matters to attend to. Clinging to a last shred of hope, he asked the three Order Keeper Leader.

"You're already here, so we'll find out sooner or later anyway, and there's no need to hide it from you anymore." The Order Keeper Leader finally spoke up. "That senior did indeed escape."

"I heard from Victoria that he left something behind. The thing radiating such immense pressure now must be that thing, right?" Quentin stood atop the cliff. He could clearly sense something powerful emanating boundless pressure from the Eighteenth Level below.

"It's a drop of Heavenly God Profound Blood. From the Third Sequence." The Order Keeper Leader didn't intend to hide this fact.

"No wonder. Even through a single layer of space, it can emanate such terrifying pressure." Knowing that the item in the Eighteenth Level was a drop of Heavenly God Profound Blood, Quentin's tense mood immediately turned to joy.

The Heavenly God Profound Blood can bring a true god an epiphany, which is also the greatest opportunity for the Strongest King to break through to the Celestial God level.

Quentin even felt that this drop of Heavenly God Profound Blood was a gift from heaven, one he absolutely had to obtain. His inability to break through stemmed precisely from a lack of understanding of the rules, and the enlightenment brought by Heavenly God Profound Blood could perfectly fill that gap. This was undoubtedly far more effective than a single word of guidance from that senior.

"The five of you are all sitting here because the pressure from the Eighteenth Level is too terrifying, right?" Quentin knew the answer without even thinking.

None of the five spoke, clearly choosing to acquiesce.

"Did that senior leave any rules for obtaining this drop of Heavenly God Profound Blood?" Quentin immediately asked, clearly very interested in it.

"There are no rules for acquisition; whoever gets it, keeps it," the leading Order Keeper Leader leisurely.

"In that case, this drop of True God's Blood is mine!" Quentin said, and suddenly jumped off the cliff.

"Hmph, overestimating yourself," Lossem said coldly.

"Quentin, that guy, hasn't changed his impatient nature at all over the years." Basaka also had a look of anticipation on his face.

This abyss was like an invincible giant hole; Quentin had been speeding downwards for over half an hour, yet he still couldn't see the end. But he could clearly feel that the oppressive force was growing increasingly terrifying.

More than an hour later, Quentin finally stepped onto the ground of the Eighteenth Level.

He could even see the orange crystal bead hundreds of meters away, radiating a misty glow. He knew that bead was the legendary Heavenly God Profound Blood.

That Heavenly God Profound Blood hovered in the void, radiating boundless pressure in all directions, like an emperor reigning supreme, suppressing everything. Its presence even caused the surrounding space to completely distort and deform.

Quentin's gaze was fixed on the orange crystal bead. Even hundreds of meters away, the oppressive aura felt almost tangible, making even something as simple as moving a finger difficult for him. He struggled to lift his foot and take a step forward, a single step taking over two hours. And this one step left him feeling utterly exhausted. With just this one step closer, the intensity of the oppressive aura doubled.

"It seems I was really careless. At this rate, let alone three days, I might not be able to get this drop of Heavenly God Profound Blood even in three years... Unfortunately, I can't get away now and can only tough it out..." Quentin's impulsive act has put him in a dilemma.

The three-day deadline quickly passed, and Reed didn't linger. Victoria, following Quentin's instructions, escorted him away from the Gate of Purgatory.

Quentin, on the other hand, has also completely disappeared, as if he had never visited at all.

The Gate of Purgatory returned to peace once more... (To be continued~^~)