Holy Palace, inner temple.

Looking at Qin Yu lying down on the bed, his aura becoming increasingly weak, Solitary Westgate said, “Alright, let’s begin.”

He lifted a hand and pointed a finger. Ripples immediately appeared in space. Like wind blowing across the surface of a lake, they spread outwards until they covered the entire hall.

These spatial ripples contained a formidable imprisoning ability. They thoroughly blocked outside perception from the inside, so that no one could sense what was happening within.

Beneath Yama’s golden mask, her eyes began to shine. Her aura suddenly rose as the dress she wore wafted about her, like a god descending to the earth.

She lifted a hand. Between her five clear fingers, the Samsara grinding pan appeared. It slowly rotated,...