Chapter 632: The Storm Approaches

The rolling smoke gradually dissipated, and the light and heat converged in the void.

Several Seventh-order members of the Sorcery Association were scattered around in a disheveled state, seemingly still unable to process what had just happened, as they turned their heads toward the center of the explosion.

They saw that the hard golden floor had been blasted into a giant crater, with shattered flesh and blood covering every corner of the pit. A corpse, no longer recognizable as human, lay among the rubble, charred black.

The entire cathedral fell into a dead silence.

The Seventh-order members of the Sorcery Association looked at this scene in disbelief, then stiffly turned their necks, their gazes converging on the figure in the white lab coat not far away.

You have to realize, these two Hall Masters of the Floating Life Painting were both Seventh-order... and Sovereign Wuji had just wiped them out with a casual wave of his hand?!

Killing Seventh-orders like slaughtering dogs—is this the power of the Nine Sovereigns??

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Sovereign Wuji and Brand changed completely... Among these people, perhaps some were not entirely convinced by Brand, and perhaps some were only bowing to the trend due to the situation. But within the thirty seconds of Sovereign Wuji's descent, their perceptions had all been overturned.

If Sovereign Wuji could kill the Hall Masters of the Red Dust Realm just by raising his hand, what difficulty would there be in killing them, a group of Seventh-orders?

Or rather... did it even matter to Sovereign Wuji whether they, these Seventh-orders, lived or died? Even if the Wuji Realm didn't have a single Seventh-order, Sovereign Wuji alone would be enough to turn the nine human realms upside down!

Before this, some of these people had tried to negotiate terms with Brand, trying to gain greater benefits, but Sovereign Wuji's single move shattered all their fantasies... No one was qualified to negotiate with Sovereign Wuji. This was the oppression brought by absolute strength.

With his white lab coat fluttering in the wind, Sovereign Wuji's gaze fell on the center of the giant crater, as if he had discovered something, his eyes narrowing slightly:

"One actually got away... Is the power that two Philosopher's Stones can carry still not enough..."

"Lord Sovereign Wuji, do you need us to pursue?" Brand asked respectfully.

"...No need."

Sovereign Wuji said indifferently, "The Floating Life Painting is already suspicious. Even if these two don't return, they will still take defensive measures... The game in the shadows is over. From here on out, it depends on whose fist is harder."

"Sovereign Red Dust has yet to wake up. In this Red Dust, who could possibly have a harder fist than yours?" Brand laughed.

Sovereign Wuji did not answer. His eyes looked calmly toward the direction of the Red Dust Realm in the void, and he spoke calmly:

"The anomaly in the Wuji Realm will soon spread to all realms. We must slaughter the Red Dust and refine the remaining Philosopher's Stones to return me to my peak state before the other major realms join forces to encircle us.

Gather everyone. We... are going to trample the Red Dust."

……

"Guernica."

This was a hollow, void space. There was no sky, no earth, no burning sun, only occasional black giant objects floating through the void, like predators drifting in the universe.

Black and white were the main themes here. The monotonous colors and the silently floating giant objects made this place even more hollow, like a small ball bouncing back and forth on an old television, or meaningless black and white static.

And at this moment, a figure in red floated silently in the void, motionless like a corpse.

He drifted quietly in the void for who knows how long, until his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of bewildered eyes gradually opened.

"Where... is this place?"

Chen Ling frowned and tried to recall. He remembered he was still talking to the Second Hall Master just a moment ago, and before he could finish, something dragged him into a picture frame...

His gaze swept across his surroundings, and he remembered a term the Second Hall Master had mentioned earlier:

"Guernica."

Although he didn't understand what this was, according to the Second Hall Master's description, this should be some kind of high-level prison?

Setting other things aside, the Second Hall Master indeed hadn't killed him, which showed he was still a man of his word... And if Chen Ling understood correctly, Club 8 should also be trapped here.

Chen Ling looked up and down; there was no place to serve as a foothold. This place was like outer space; no ground meant no way to walk on two feet. If it were anyone else, they would probably be like an astronaut detached from a space station, floating in the void in isolation until death.

The good news was that Chen Ling was not "anyone else."

He took a step into the void, and a cloud-like step appeared under his feet, supporting his figure as he moved in one direction... [Cloud Step] had become Chen Ling's reliance at this moment.

Chen Ling trod on the void, walking slowly through the hollow world. Because there were no reference points, he didn't know how far he had walked. All around was vast darkness, as if walking in an endless abyss.

"Is this the cage?" Chen Ling muttered to himself, puzzled.

Chen Ling had previously guessed that the so-called "Guernica" used to imprison Dusk Society members should be a rather cruel and dangerous place. He had even prepared himself to endure pain... Of course, with [Blood Garment], physical pain wouldn't be too agonizing for Chen Ling.

But he hadn't expected this place to appear as nothing more than an empty, boundless void... Could it be that the Second Hall Master wanted them to experience loneliness and thus suffer mental torture? But if so, why throw both him and Club 8 in here?

Chen Ling pondered for a long time without an answer, and could only keep moving forward in this void world.

Chen Ling didn't know how long he had been walking or how far he had traveled, only feeling the boredom and tediousness in his heart growing stronger. The next moment, a line of characters suddenly floated before his eyes:

[Audience Expectation -1]

[Current Expectation: 44%]

Chen Ling was stunned, and a bad premonition surged in his heart...

If this really was the kind of cage he had imagined, for others, it might indeed just be boring and tedious, but for him, it was fatal!

Yet, Chen Ling had no way to deal with it... It hadn't even been a month since he last used the Era Archive, so he couldn't enter it again. The only thing he could count on now was for other Dusk Society members to find him as soon as possible and rescue him before he was "bored to death."

Just as this thought arose in Chen Ling's mind, he suddenly felt something and subconsciously stopped in his tracks.

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly faded and disappeared. A night sky shrouded his head, and a star that seemed unreachable hung in the firmament, flickering silently like a lamp... A twisted and eerie divine path extended from under his feet, connecting all the way to the end of the firmament.

A new performance was about to begin.