Pollution

Channing Lu's body and primordial spirit continually dissolved beneath the clear, pure sunlight, then continuously repaired under the nurturing spiritual power of the Thunder Pool.

He was like a piece of ore, becoming purer with every hammer blow as its impurities were removed. The pain he endured during the process was enough to drive even a Sovereign to a mental breakdown.

But this was a necessary price. To cleanse the corruption deep within his soul, he could only destroy it first and rebuild it afterward.

Piercing screams echoed through the Thunder Pool, sometimes muffled by rolling thunder, sometimes coming through with perfect clarity.

As the purification continued, Channing Lu's endurance quickly reached its limit. His screams turned into pleas. "Kill me, kill me! Let me return to the Spirit Realm, let me return to the Spirit Realm!"

The Crimson Sun Executioner maintained the golden pillar of light, allowing the purifying power to wash over the fallen Sovereign without interruption. He listened to the pleas with a cold, imposing expression, showing not the slightest pity.

In his view, if a fallen one like this could not be purified, then death was no great loss.

"Thunder God!" Channing Lu, transformed into an elemental creature, suddenly roared toward the depths of the Thunder Pool:

"Why should a single word from you decide my future? Why should a single word from you make all my years of effort flow into the sea like the waters of the Desen River, never to be seen or touched again? Why?!

"Back then, by the Thunder Pool, I secretly swore that one day, I would drag you down from your pedestal, trample you into the mud, and let you taste what it feels like to have your fate ruled by someone else."

His roar turned into wild, maniacal