Fire.
A roaring fire blazed in the Tribunal's prison.
Yet the flames flickered only once.
Many people had only a hair or two singed before the fire went out.
Shen Ye snapped his fingers.
"That will do."
People.
He could not kill them.
Not a single one.
He only needed to devour their traits.
At Shen Ye's thought, the crowd reappeared on the street, motionless in their original poses.
In a little while.
Once their "blood"-type traits had been completely devoured, they would slowly come to their senses.
That was actually a problem too.
-they had clearly been sleeping, only to wake up and suddenly find themselves standing in the street.
Mass sleepwalking?
That wouldn't hold up.
Shen Ye sighed, brought his hands together, and formed a Spell Seal.
-Huntian Art!
The Huntian Art could turn dreams into reality and reality into dreams.
But this time, he did not need to go that far.
A faint glow formed words:
"You have activated part of the Huntian Art's power." "Everything currently happening throughout the city will vanish as a dream, but the titles stripped from its inhabitants will remain stripped."
In an instant.
Everyone vanished from where they stood.
Everything that had just happened disappeared without a trace like a dream, while everyone returned home and continued sleeping in their beds.
"Huntian Art..."
Shen Ye murmured.
Indeed.
Truth-level power suppressed everything.
But Shen Ye had already witnessed quite a few powers at the Truth level.
Few arts were more profound than the Three Arts!
Were the Three Arts really just the Ultimate Power of the Multilayered Universe's first few eras?
Shen Ye said hesitantly:
"Su Rong, the Huntian Art-"
"It's not time yet," Su Rong interrupted him. "Telling you now would cause major problems. Be patient a little longer."