People from the Central Bureau, a Major Achievement!

The screams inside the Fear Museum never ceased.

The old gods, trembling from head to toe in terrified silence, racked their brains but simply could not think of any other information related to the master of the Prison of Suppression.

After all, they were merely insignificant wild gods, not even worthy of being considered proper gods of the Celestial Court.

What they knew of the master of the Prison of Suppression was mostly hearsay, little more than legends.

Most of the old gods present had never even met the master of the Prison of Suppression before being severely wounded by abyssal creatures in that war of the gods and falling into dormancy.

Where could they possibly have obtained news of the master of the Prison of Suppression?

And within the bizarre, bloody divine domain that was the Fear Museum, they could not even lie.

Because the being before them controlled everything about them.

For that reason, the old gods who had no useful information to offer had their heads cut off one after another, their heads directly sealed atop the stone pillar displays of the Fear Museum.

As for their divine bodies and the vast spiritual power contained within, they were divided into two portions by the bizarre god before them known as the Collector.

Before long, every old god dragged into the Fear Museum had been beheaded and turned into a collection here.

Heads belonging to gods were sealed within crystals condensed from spiritual power, like insects trapped in amber.

They could neither move nor speak. They could only see a small part of what lay before them. Everything was like a silent pantomime, yet they could still think.

It was a punishment far more terrifying than death.

At that moment, the old gods silently wept in their hearts.