FIVE O’CLOCK TOMORROW MORNING?!
Inside the cramped, suffocating darkness of rusty thumb-ring #8,402 on Conveyor Belt #8, Pill-Saint Yao Gu felt his spiritual heart sink into an abyss of despair. Meanwhile, He heard Chief Warden Gui Suo’s midnight execution order.
Five o’clock in the morning was less than four and a half hours away!
And on Conveyor Belts #7 through #10 around him, two thousand ancient Pill-Saints, Sword-Emperors, and Formation Grandmasters rattling in their half-stamped brass rings let out a collective groan of fury and rage!
“Gui Suo, you dishonorable dog! For three hundred years you forced us to refine pills and write sword manuals for your Academy brats, and now you’re melting two thousand of us into lamp oil?!”
“Curse the 1,000-Sun Astral Academy! Even if my soul turns to ash in the furnace, I’ll haunt your Chosen Ones for ten thousand generations!”
Wait—the moment the two thousand ancient masters roared in anger and hatred, a strange and horrifying thing happened above their heads!
ZZZZZZZZZT—CLANK-CLANK-CLANK!!
