At the center of Floor Four, the three-hundred-foot Grief-Refining Furnace stood encased in Empress Luo Qingxue’s glittering blue diamond-ice.
Down at the far end of the vault. There, Soul-Vault Warden Kuhai had been whipped through three ten-foot-thick black iron walls by Gu Changsheng’s [Seven-Wolves Disciplinary Belt], fifteen-year-old Gu Nian. Eleven-year-old Little Fifth had already hauled the groaning six-armed bronze giant out of the rubble and tied him up like a giant metallic dumpling with three coils of Frost-Pine clothesline.
Even tied up with a smoking belt-buckle mark on his bronze rear end, Warden Kuhai let out a raspy, bitter chuckle through his dented funeral mask. Meanwhile, he watched Gu Changsheng tap [Dad’s Care-Package Upgrade Box] beside the frozen furnace.
“Save your energy, Gu Changsheng...” Kuhai wheezed, two of his bronze teeth missing from where he had hit the third wall face-first.
“Beating me doesn’t change the iron laws of life and death! The mortal bodies of these ten million opening-page parents rotted into grave-dust in the lower realms decades or centuries ago! Under the Supreme Law of the Heavenly Script Pavilion, no disembodied soul can regrow living mortal flesh without a Rank 10 Creation Treasure!
Even if you smash their cages right now, their weak spirits will scatter in the astral wind the moment they leave Floor Four!”
