Inside Heavenly Origin City.
The entire city was shrouded in an intense atmosphere of grief and solemn resolve.
The Ancient Hua Dynasty's grand campaign to purge abyssal qi was currently underway.
By now, the streets and alleys were packed so tightly with surging crowds that there was no room to move.
Countless residents stood along both sides of the streets, their eyes red as they gazed toward the enormous estate at the center of the ancient city, their expressions filled with anguish.
Before long, the unfortunate souls infected with abyssal qi-the so-called sources of infection-would be burned together in divine fire as sacrifices.
And they were currently imprisoned in that estate.
Among those sources of infection were their blood relatives and dear friends who had been beside them for years.
Despite their unbearable anguish and pain, no one in the streets stepped forward to protest aloud.
All of them wept silently in their hearts and prayed:
"May the Divine Dynasty endure forever!"
There was nothing they could do. This was, after all, a decision the two sovereigns had been forced to make to protect them.
Sacrifice the few to preserve the Divine Dynasty.
Both sovereigns had issued decrees.
Any cultivator in the world with a means of reversing this condition could enter the capital at any time for an imperial audience and enjoy wealth and glory!
Yet the situation had still not improved, which could only mean that no means of reversing it had been found.
"..."
At that moment.
In stark contrast to the clamor and sorrow outside.
Deep within the estate, in a dungeon that never saw daylight, the air was filled with a deathly silence so oppressive it was suffocating.
When people learned they were about to die, it was usually difficult for them to immediately reflect