Fallen Angel, Building Lord Xiao Sheng, and the Hostile Visitor Coming Soon!

The City of Dis was incredibly vast; An Ziqi couldn't quite put his finger on how big it was, but he felt that every house on the street was a world unto itself.

The city walls here are black, each stone is several meters high, and runes are carved on the stone surface, just like those on the dome. Dark red light flows across the stone surface.

Behind the city wall stood tall towers, their bodies made of black stone. Each tower had flames burning at its top, which flowed down from the top, dissipated halfway down, and were then absorbed back into the flames at the top, in a continuous cycle.

The entire city was a black metropolis enveloped in flames, with fire towers everywhere.

From the city wall to the largest tower in the city center, there is a huge square in between, with streets and countless burning towers, like the hand of Demon reaching out to heaven!

The largest tower in the center of the city was taller than all the other towers, its base almost filling the central square of the inner city, and its body tapered upwards from the base, ending directly below the crack in the dome.

The flames at the top of the tower were the densest, and dark red light poured down from the top, flowing down the tower and spreading out at the base, forming a huge dark red spot of light on the ground, covering most of the square.

An Ziqi followed the spot of light down to the base of the tower.

A person was sitting right in the center of the spot of light!

In this Purgatory, some survive, and some even retain their sanctity!

His hair was very long, spreading out over his shoulders, back, and the ground, extending very wide from the base of the tower all the way to the edge of the light spots.

Each strand of hair shimmered with a silvery-white light, like the halo behind a deity's head or the wings of an angel.

The person, whose gender was unclear, sat there with an upright posture, back straight, shoulders relaxed, and knees crossed under his robe.

A copper ring was encircled on his left wrist, connected to a copper chain extending from the base of the tower. The chain, as thick as an arm, was laid out in sections on the stone surface, glowing red-hot from the flames on the tower.

However, something pushed aside the flames around him, leaving a gap that prevented the flames from getting any closer!

Now, An Ziqi had only one question in his mind!

Why are there people in this Purgatory? Could this be the angel, or one of the other wardens?!

Around this being were five humans, dressed in black robes, looking solemnly and dignifiedly at the tower. They also had chains on their wrists, but these chains were inserted directly into the angel's body, causing the angel's blood to flow down the chains.

An Ziqi instinctively wanted to ask An Guangling who these people were, but he found that An Guangling's eyes were trembling and he was looking at the tall tower with extreme fear.

"Besides its size, what else is so special about that tower?"

An Ziqi, filled with doubt, followed An Guangling's trembling gaze, then suddenly froze on the spot.

A male angel was bound atop that tower.

This angel is enormous, taking up nearly half of the tower, as if it stepped out of Epic scroll!

He was bound to the spire by several dark red chains, which extended from the top of the tower and were fixed to the rock walls around the tower. His wings were pulled apart by the chains, spreading out to the left and right!

The left wing was intact, its black feathers licked by the flames, while the right wing was broken in the middle, the broken end charred and a black, sticky mess!

His body was larger than his wings, and his greyish-white robes hung down from the top of the tower, burned to shreds. Once noble and holy, a being standing in heaven, he was now a pitiful sight!

Furthermore, this angel is not pure white, but black!

Suddenly, He raised His head, which was crowned with thorns, and His face came into An Ziqi's view!

That face has two faces!

The left side of his face is compassionate, with downcast eyes and a tear streaming down his face, while the corners of his mouth are slightly upturned, like a statue enshrined in a temple, exuding a warmth that makes people want to kneel down.

His lips moved, but no sound came out; yet An Ziqi understood the meaning.

I love humanity.

They repeated it over and over again, as if afraid of forgetting some kind of mission.

The only pure white feature on this angel is on its left side.

His right face was evil and violent, his eyes were wide open with dark red pupils, and his mouth stretched to his ears, revealing two rows of sharp teeth. He was laughing maniacally, a silent laugh, with dark red light churning deep in his throat, his power being swallowed by chains and flames.

However, An Ziqi could feel that laughter shaking the heavens and the earth, reverberating from the top of the tower downwards, making his feet numb, and penetrating deep into his soul!

An Ziqi felt his legs going weak.

My knees sank down on their own; I wanted to kneel, I wanted to cry, and I was filled with fear.

Just then, something even more terrifying happened: the half-faced evil figure stared down at the tiny ant!

Though ants are small, they cannot escape the eyes of this angel!

This great being silently proclaims his authority; not even a speck of dust can escape his discerning gaze!

Buzz~~~

The moment the evil face looked over, An Ziqi's mind went blank, as if someone had struck a bell inside his skull.

The two dark red eyes had no pupils, only a surging red light. Something was moving in the red light, like countless faces being crushed and pieced back together. Every one of the pieces was laughing, laughing in the same way as that evil face, one ring after another, endless, like a vicious and twisted snake knot!

An Ziqi felt as if he were nailed to the spot by those eyes. The stone beneath his feet became scorching hot, the air became thick, and his internal organs were about to boil!

I feel like I'm going to die!

Just then, An Guangling reached out from the side, grabbed his shoulder, and dug his nails into his flesh, causing him a sharp pain.

The pain pulled him out of that state, the buzzing in his head subsided considerably, and the stone surface under his feet wasn't so hot anymore.

He took a few breaths and realized that his back was completely soaked, sweat was streaming down his spine, and his trousers were soaked through.

"Don't look into His eyes." An Guangling's voice was very low. "Look at the ground, look at His feet, look at anything, just don't look into His eyes!"

An Ziqi quickly stared at the patterns on the black stone ground in front of his boots, counting the cracks. His heartbeat only slowed down when he counted the seventh crack.

"Is this the angel you were talking about?"

"Um."

"How come I didn't see it at first?"

"You subconsciously ignored it; your instincts wouldn't allow you to witness something beyond your imagination."

The two spoke in hushed tones, and at that moment, the people standing in front of the enormous tower also turned their heads.

Four men and one woman.

These individuals were all An Ziqi's seniors.

And that angel was also a sinful soul!!!

Suddenly, An Ziqi realized something!

Were those people trying to steal this angel's power?!

An Ziqi stood on the main road, his gaze sweeping back and forth between the five people and the long-haired man at the base of the tower, his mind filled with more and more questions.

"Boss, that long-haired guy sitting at the bottom of the tower, is he with those five blood-collecting seniors?"

This is a stupid question, but An Ziqi's current mental state is perfect for asking such a stupid question.

An Guangling followed his gaze and glanced at him, her expression softening slightly. "You mean him? He's Xiao Sheng, our Building Lord."

An Ziqi was shocked; he never expected to meet the big boss of Angel Building here!

"What are you doing sitting there, Building Lord?"

An Guangling took a step towards the base of the tower. "He has to be there when the blood is being drawn. When the angels struggle, the chains will loosen, and someone has to go up and reinforce them. The Building Lord is that person who goes up to reinforce them."

An Ziqi glanced again in the direction of the tower base.

The long-haired man sat in the center of the light spot, his knees crossed under his robe, his back ramrod straight. The flames around him were pushed aside, leaving a gap, and the flames dared not approach.

An Guangling lowered his voice slightly:

"Xiao Sheng is the Building Lord of Angel Building, but you might not know that he also serves as the warden!"

"And the oldest and most powerful warden!"

"He's been in charge of the basement of the Angel Building since the day it was built, and he still is!"

"The brass ring on his wrist is the main control switch for the entire sixth level; only he can operate it... Yes, that's right. To control the Fallen Angel, you need the power of the entire sixth level!"

An Ziqi stared at the long-haired man for a few moments, piecing together the information from before in his mind.

It's definitely the Building Lord!

"No, there's something wrong with this. Why would a prison spawn an uncontrollable criminal?" An Ziqi asked hurriedly.

If that's the case, then Angel Building's mechanism is most likely flawed.

An Guangling considered for a moment and said:

"No problem, the sixth level can certainly suppress the sinful souls."

"But the problem is, we need to do some extra-legal work, you understand? We can't let that guy hurt us!"

"When we extract the power of the angels, the angels' power also escapes. We can't deal with it ourselves; we can only suppress it with the power of the Purgatory layer."

You've finally admitted to engaging in illegal activities!

You've finally admitted that you've been exploiting angels, haven't you?

There's no other way, no other way. I witnessed everything, I have no choice but to join you, otherwise I'll be silenced.

Suppressing his excitement, An Ziqi asked, "When can I participate in these group activities?"

"Next life." An Guangling rolled her eyes. "I'm not even qualified now, let alone you. Don't be so ambitious!"

An Ziqi turned his gaze from the top of the tower to the long-haired man at the base, his eyes filled with envy.

The five men glanced at An Ziqi and his companion, then ignored them and continued drawing blood.

The blood was collected in copper pots, and the five people filled three pots to the brim before stopping.

At the same time, Xiao Sheng stood up.

As he stood up, his silvery-white hair, which had been spread out on the ground, slid up from the ground like a piece of silk being blown by the wind, gathering from the edge of the light spots toward him.

Because of his movement, An Ziqi to see his profile clearly.

That face was very young, so young that it didn't look like someone who had lived for over a hundred years.

Her skin was fair and smooth, without wrinkles or blemishes. Her jawline was clean and sharp, and her cheekbones were neither too high nor too low. The contours of her entire face looked as if someone had measured it with a ruler and carefully sculpted it with a knife. Every part was just right. She looked to be no more than twenty years old. If you put her in public, people would believe she was a recent graduate.

An Ziqi one glance, because although the face was young, it exuded something indescribable.

Her eyebrows and eyes were exceptionally beautiful, with slightly raised brow bones, deep-set eyes, and long eyelashes that cast a small shadow under her eyes when they were lowered.

The bridge of the nose is straight and narrow, the tip of the nose is slightly downturned, and the lips are thin and pale, looking like a line straightened by the wind when pursed.

There's nothing wrong with his face, but he just doesn't seem approachable, as if there's something between him and me, something you can see but can't touch.

After he stood up, he turned his gaze away from the top of the tower and looked back.

An Ziqi then saw his eyes clearly. The pupils were very pale, a light gray with a hint of silver, the same color as his hair.

The moment An Ziqi saw those eyes, he suddenly understood how to describe the feeling of seeing something but not being able to touch it!

Divinity!

This man possesses a divine quality!

An Guangling whispered from the side, "Don't stare at the Building Lord, it's rude."

Xiao Sheng glanced in this direction and then turned back, his hair brushing against the black stone ground and past the feet of the five Blood Man.

The five people simultaneously took half a step back, making room for him.

Xiao Sheng walked to the base of the tower and looked up at it.

The face on the left is still crying, tears streaming down its cheeks, while the face on the right is still smiling, its mouth stretched to its ears.

I love humanity!

Xiao Sheng could understand the language of the angels and the emotions contained within it, but he remained unmoved.

After whispering a few words to the five men in black robes, he walked towards An Ziqi and his companion.

As he strode forward, his long silver hair quickly retracted, like folded wings.

An Ziqi's mind went blank for a moment, and the next second he saw Xiao Sheng walking in front of him. Everything was so natural, as if he had been lost in thought for a very long time.

Up close, Xiao Sheng's face looked even younger; his skin was so smooth that you couldn't see any pores, and his chin was clean-shaven without a single stubble.

But his aura was completely at odds with his young face; he was as deep and still as an ancient well. Standing next to him, An Ziqi felt that he unconsciously lowered his breathing.

"Is this the newcomer?" Xiao Sheng asked An Guangling, his voice even carrying a divine quality.

"His name is An Ziqi," An Guangling quickly introduced.

Xiao Sheng's gaze fell on An Ziqi's face. An Ziqi felt a little uneasy under his gaze. His light gray eyes were neither fierce nor gentle, like an unsharpened knife resting on his neck.

This feeling is terrifying.

"Are you scared?" Xiao Sheng asked.

"I'm afraid." An Ziqi didn't know what he was asking about being afraid of, but he still answered anyway.

Are you afraid of me, or are you afraid of this Purgatory?

"It's right to be afraid. People who aren't afraid don't live long. This place is terrifying, and there are very few people qualified to be a warden. Cherish your life." Xiao Sheng seemed to be encouraging An Ziqi.

"Yes, Building Lord!" An Ziqi replied hastily.

Just then, the five men in black robes also walked over.

They were also wardens, and their ranks were even higher than An Guangling's.

"Building Lord, is there anything else you need to do?" one of the women asked, seemingly very familiar with Xiao Sheng's behavior.

"Hmm." Xiao Sheng nodded, a serious glint in his eyes. "Soon, an unwelcome guest will visit Purgatory. Be on high alert and don't let him into the depths of Purgatory!"