The vision suddenly vanished as Tianming's Insightful Eye blinked. He could now see that he was still standing on the top level of Infernal Soul Formation, and hadn’t fallen into it at all.

"That vision must’ve come from the formation itself," Tianming guessed. He looked at the formation a few more times and noticed that nothing about it had changed. He lowered his head and saw the formation beneath his feet, but couldn’t see the volcano from before.

"The eighty thousand people I saw just now are definitely the Infernal Soul Race that the Theocracy is suppressing. They’ve been surviving at the bottom of Infernal Soul Volcano for twenty thousand years; it's a little too cruel. The most terrifying thing in the world is not having the slightest bit of hope and living in a cage for eternity."

How could someone doomed to be caged for life not lose all hope to despair? Tianming found it hard to even imagine being in that position.

"Why were the Theocrats so cruel? Did they need to go so far just to make an example out of them?" He recalled what he had just seen. "The sacrificial ritual fused all eighty thousand souls into one...