The archive was filled with people: innocent children, devout scholars, weary merchants. All of them, their golden threads of life rising from them like steam, being siphoned into the colossal Pillars above. They were smiling, oblivious, worshipping the very structures that consumed them.
And Ye Cangtian’s voice, now a resonant chorus of thousands, roared in his mind, Destroy them! Purify the farm! Burn it all to ash! Their ignorance is their cage! Their belief is their damnation! Liberate them, whether they desire it or not!
Pedang Neraka appeared in his hand, its crimson eye blazing with an unholy light, yearning for destruction. Xiaochen felt the familiar surge of the Void Eater form, the primal hunger for annihilation. He could level the archive, cleanse it of the 'cattle', break the
