Chapter 1838 Purgatory Without End

• Chapter 1833 Bi Qiong slapped an eighth-tier to death with one palm, then her face suddenly changed. She glanced around like a thief. Thank God… no one noticed. A seventh-tier killing an eighth-tier with one strike? That would raise eyebrows. With that in mind, she hurried to the edge of the battlefield, picked a seventh-tier opponent, and went all in. “Yeah, that fits my cover.” A smile tugged at her lips. The moment the great war started, she was doomed to be overlooked—just a fringe player. A battle only emperors could truly take part in was shaking all of the Ninth Land. Every emperor got dragged into it. … A day flashed by. “Kill.” On the Thousand-Threads Dojo’s side, their line was getting hacked to pieces. One eighth-tier after another grabbed their worlds and ran. Beaten. The instant Emperor Songchu got erased, everyone knew the truth—there was no suspense left in this fight. And though Emperor Qiansi must have sensed it, he still hadn’t returned. To stay alive, everyone fled. Everyone fell back. Slash. Damon King cleaved another eighth-tier down with one sword. Around him, no enemies remained. “Swordmaster.” Damon said, “Wanna go in and take a look?” The Swordmaster glanced back at the battlefield. Yeah… this was in the bag. Sword Realm and Life-and-Death Realm powerhouses were chasing down the runners, and others were taking over worlds whose emperors had fallen. Since the win was locked, the two of them didn’t need to meddle. Thousand-Threads Dojo was the real prize. “Let’s move.” The Swordmaster sheathed his wooden sword. Thousand-Threads Dojo flowed with the Grand Dao, like the Milky Way spilling from endless chaotic void. Dense Dao power covered heaven and earth. Slice. The two walked into Thousand-Threads Dojo like they were strolling a garden. The thick Dao force was almost suffocating. “What a massive dojo.” Inside, even Damon was struck by Qiansi’s handiwork. Everywhere looked like a dreamy fairyland. The condensed Dao force had turned to mist, drifting over every corner. As far as you could see, there were colossal immortal peaks and palaces, with cranes and spirit birds wheeling through the Dao fog. “Not chaotic beasts.” One look and Damon knew those cranes and birds weren’t born of chaos. A second’s sense and he got it: “They’ve been refined. The messy chaotic energy got burned out, turned into rule-bound constructs. Emperor Qiansi’s got… taste, and the mood to do this kind of thing.” He had to admit it. Strong folks chase power first. The setting? Usually an afterthought. But Qiansi had dressed his dojo like a fairyland. You couldn’t help thinking—this man had way too much free time. The Swordmaster’s brows had already knit. He didn’t like places like this. Too comfy. Messes with his focus on the sword. He kept the thought to himself, though. “Come on. Head straight for Emperor Qiansi’s quarters,” Damon said. The rest didn’t matter. Where Qiansi lived—that was their main target. Slice. They parted the Dao mist and flashed through the Thousand-Threads Dojo. The place was huge, but they were strong enough. One sweep of divine sense and they’d mapped almost all of it. Up ahead… a celestial palace floating in the star river, held aloft by nine colossal dragons. “Holy crap.” Damon was shocked again. That was one hell of a statement. Nine dragons, all eighth-tier, refined into dragon corpses just to prop up this palace. “If the Dragon King saw this, he’d lose his mind,” Damon muttered. The Swordmaster nodded. In the Tenth Land’s chaotic race, there was only one pure chaotic dragon—the Dragon King. The Dragon King never said it out loud, but he still carried a quiet resentment. Both of them could feel it. And here, in Thousand-Threads Dojo, there were eight pure chaotic dragons at eighth-tier emperor level, all refined into dragon corpses—only to serve as pillars. The Dragon King would go ballistic. “Forget the dragon corpses. Let’s check inside,” the Swordmaster said. “Yeah.” They didn’t waste words. One step, and they lit onto the sky. Boom. A tidal wave of Dao power surged, trying to blast them back. It was insanely strong—clearly from the ninth-tier Emperor Qiansi. Most eighth-tiers would’ve been killed outright. Good thing the two of them were monsters. They shrugged off the shock and, with one man and one sword, tore the formation open. … They entered the palace. Boom. An even denser rush of Dao force burst out. The palace was vast, a seemingly endless complex built entirely of Dao power. “Hold up…” Damon’s brows pinched. Something here… wasn’t right. But he couldn’t put a finger on it. Next to him, the Swordmaster’s face went dark in an instant. “That animal…” “Huh?” Damon looked over. A sword-shaped sigil had bloomed between the Swordmaster’s brows. “My Sword Eye,” the Swordmaster said, voice low. “City Lord Chen, know where we really are?” “Where?” Damon didn’t get it. Shing! The Swordmaster drew. One cut, and everything before them shattered like a mirage. The palace? A smokescreen. A ninth-tier trick that even fooled Damon, but it couldn’t fool the Sword Eye. Boom. The grand array collapsed. In its place towered countless massive shapes. Chaotic beasts. An ocean of them. Everything outside had been for show—to hide this. Damon froze, horror written clear across his face. Countless chaotic beasts—and humans—were pinned under a colossal formation. Above the array hung a stone dais. That, no doubt, was where Emperor Qiansi normally cultivated. Below… every beast and every human had a “trouble thread” stabbed into the center of their brows. Their Dao power and life essence poured nonstop toward the dais, gathering over it. “Savage.” Damon sucked in a sharp breath. Chaotic beasts—countless billions of them, from every realm. There weren’t many humans, and their cultivation wasn’t high. The strongest were only emperor-lord level. The weakest… were just regular folks. The Swordmaster’s face was like a storm cloud. “He built a purgatory without end, feeding himself with uncountable lives. That bastard.” Every person and beast was still alive. Their bodies twitched, again and again—clearly drowning in pain beyond imagination. Beast or human—same fate. Alive, and suffering. Even if they wanted to die, they couldn’t. “Yeah.” Damon let out a breath. “Looks like we came to the right place. Emperor Qiansi… is ruthless.” More die when a world is shattered, sure. But Qiansi’s way? This was over the line.