A few days later, inside the forbidden chamber.
Mr. Tu had shed his gentle, scholarly human guise, revealing his true form—he knelt in terror before the ram-horned idol, his gaunt face deathly pale.
His body was flayed open, flesh torn, limbs twisted, collapsed weakly on the ground.
His Divine Sense was drowning in the boundless Great Wilderness Purgatory, enduring every conceivable torture—tongue torn out, fingers snipped, chest pierced through, steam cages, and more.
In the agony, he teetered on the brink of despair.
This was Divine Punishment.
It was the wrath of the Master of the Great Wilderness, descending because he had failed in his duties.
Worse—the altar had been overrun, divine authority stolen, and the demon horde had suffered disastrous losses.
The Divine Lord's fury was unlike anything before.
While enduring purgatorial torment, Mr. Tu's mind still resounded with the Divine Lord's furious roar, trembling with dread in his heart.
