"O great Lord of Border Purgatory..."
"God's Enemy! God's Enemy!"
"We bow in worship and praise the merciful and sacred Lord, King of Hell!"
The clamor gradually became clear.
All it took was opening the window to hear the swelling roar of voices, and to see the figures rising and falling in worship like a surging sea tide.
A vast black mass.
Like refugees fleeing famine, these audiences who had endured countless hardships had crossed immense distances, evaded the Order's pursuit, passed through bizarre domains constantly breeding within their dreams, and finally leaped from the Scar, falling through the gates of hell.
They did not care that their clothes were in tatters; missing limbs were even more of a normal state...
Having forsaken the gods, they did not hesitate to bow before devils.
Their fall was calculated, yet they sought no wealth, nor did they ask for any terms.
They wanted to die.
They wanted nothing.
They simply wanted to die... to end all of this completely, to die utterly and absolutely.
The moment they realized true death existed, they were already beside themselves with excitement. The last tears fell from their dried-up, shattered selves, mingling with blood as they dripped onto the ground.
They had clearly gained immortality, yet they longed so desperately for an end.
It was not only the worshippers. Most sinners who had suffered torment and burning also prostrated themselves on the ground, praying for the Lord of Border Purgatory's mercy and cruelty.
They asked only for death.
Ji Jue remained silent, watching it all.
For a long time, he said nothing.
They had been so resolute all this way—why did they crave death instead? With such determination, could they not use it elsewhere?
Why couldn't they rise up and resist?
At a time like this,