However, Ji Mo Qian Zhou did not dare to refute. He did not even dare to utter a single word of protest. Instead, he stood atop the high platform and activated his martial force.
From a distance, he sent all the unconscious Prison Sect juniors outside.
But the further along it went, the more severe the symptoms became for those who passed out.
Many of them foamed at the mouth, and some even began to convulse.
"Use your brains! If you can't hold on, get up and leave on your own."
"There's no shame in being unable to endure. But if you're too stubborn to admit it and end up damaging your foundation, ruining your future cultivation — that's what's truly pathetic!" Cang Li shouted at the top of his lungs.
His words had an effect. Quite a few Prison Sect juniors who were on the verge of collapse stood up and withdrew on their own.
But there were still those who persisted to the very end, holding on until they finally collapsed.
"This damn Seven Realms Sacred Palace and their stupid idea. Who even knows if it's reliable," Cang Li muttered, his expression darkening.
In the blink of an eye, the tens of thousands of juniors in this great hall had dwindled to fewer than three thousand.
Seeing this, Cang Li changed his hand seal, and the dark red mist dissipated.
Then with a sweep of his massive sleeve, several Universe Bags flew through the air and landed in the hands of Chu Feng and the others.
"Not bad. Your willpower is truly extraordinary."
"I'm now congratulating all of you for passing the selection. You will be contributing to the awakening of our Prison Sect's sacred artifact."
"Regardless of whether this awakening ultimately succeeds or not, you are all the pride of our Prison Sect."
"Now, let's take things a step further."
As soon as Cang Li finished speaking, he produced a jar. Inscribed upon the jar were the words "Seven Realms Sacred Palace" in bold characters.
When Cang Li triggered the mechanism on the jar, countless faintly glowing bubbles flew out from within, blanketing the entire ceiling of the great hall.
Each bubble was a formation.
"What you need to do now is merge these formations into your Prison Infants."
"I'll be straight with you — these formations were arranged by the Seven Realms Sacred Palace, and I have no idea whether they're reliable or not."
"If you merge them into your Prison Infants and experience any discomfort, raise your hand, and I will personally help you remove the formation."
"But if you can handle it, the more you merge, the better."
"Begin."
The moment Cang Li gave the order.
Chu Feng reached out and grasped at the air, catching a single formation in his palm.
Although the formation had entered his body, Chu Feng did not immediately merge it into his Prison Infant.
He suspected it might be a trap, so he carefully examined it.
"Ji Mo Qian Zhou — I hear some kid recently beat up Bai Li Zi Lin?"
"That kid is supposedly Jie Tian Ran's grandson, is that right?"
From the high platform, Cang Li suddenly turned his attention to Ji Mo Qian Zhou.
"Uh…"
Ji Mo Qian Zhou's face turned ugly. Being publicly reminded of the incident where Bai Li Zi Lin had been beaten was something he found deeply unpleasant.
But what could he do? The person asking was Cang Li.
He not only could not show the slightest displeasure, but he even replied politely: "Lord Cang Li, that is indeed the case."
"That kid apparently excels in the art of barriers."
"I also hear he has a Prison Infant within him?"
"I wonder how many of these formations he could merge."
Cang Li pressed further.
At those words, the corner of Ji Mo Qian Zhou's mouth twitched violently.
Where was Cang Li getting all these "hearsay" reports? He clearly already knew everything.
Bringing up Chu Feng in public like this was nothing more than an attempt to humiliate him.
But Ji Mo Qian Zhou dared not retort. He could only answer honestly: "He does indeed excel in the art of barriers. He inherited the Bloodline of Kings from his mother."
"But the rumor that he has a Prison Infant within him is not credible."
Just then, Chen Hui spoke up: "Lord Cang Li, Chu Feng does indeed possess a Prison Infant. And moreover… he has received guidance from the Sacred Altar."
Hearing this, Ji Mo Qian Zhou's expression turned ice-cold instantly.
"You heard that from that Song Yun, didn't you?"
"Do you people of the Ancient Faction not know what kind of person Song Yun is?"
"She slaughtered so many of our Prison Sect members, and yet you still believe what she says?"
Ji Mo Qian Zhou demanded in a furious voice, his imposing aura surging like a tidal wave.