Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Li Yao has a vision, using the surveillance lens on the shuttle shell, his own magnetic field of life and divine soul perception, in three layers to scan the appearance of the Temple of Psychic Spirit.

Almost instantly, he fell into the vast, vast, deep and indescribable force created by the Temple of Psychic Spirituality.

The essence of this temple, an asteroid floating in the sea of endless stars, was emptied millions of years ago, and its interior was filled with trajectories and intricate hives that, in appearance, were shaped to form a human head.

No, not the human head, but the head of another intelligent life, the head of the demon!

“It” grows with tentacles and snake-like long hair, and a thick, numb suction cup on its thick wrapped “hair", dancing wildly in a vacuum.

With long hair, a pair of eyes that occupy almost half a face, even the pupils are wonderfully carved out, and their pupils are actually divided into nine layers, like a cave with loops, leading to another mysterious and unpredictable universe.

Between the two huge strange eyes, a strange bump grows, like a flesh and blood symbol branded on his forehead, like a third unopened eye - although this eye has not been opened, it still brings intense psychological pressure to Li Yao, as if only the third eye could open to pierce his cover, tear his soul apart and dissect his entire life!

It has no ears, in the area where humans are supposed to be ears, but it grows two beams that look both like flowers and like organs of fire. Li Yao estimates that the owners of this skull statue have long since moved away from the stage of transmitting information with sound waves, but have received each other's brain waves directly, these "flowers", which are the organs that receive brain waves.

At the bottom of the face, it has a mouth as long as a human being, and it looks like no matter how powerful God's soul is, it needs energy from food, except that its blood basin mouth is just as horrible as eyes and long hair, and its almost circular mouth is filled with circles of annular teeth, like a supercrusher that can tear up any substance, including steel.

Together, all of these features give an unnameable sense of terror. Even if Li Yaoming knew it was fake, he still couldn't help but sway his soul, shake his heart, and trance, creating a vast asteroid battlefield. It really feels like the skull wreckage of some kind of flood god.

“Is this spiritual temple shaped according to the image of the king of the Pankos? ”

Li Yao thought, “Or did it combine the images of many powerful people in the Alliance of Pan Gu Civilizations to become such a weird ‘honor’? ”

In the middle of contemplation, the shuttle has been mixed up in a large number of carriers returning to the front line, entering the interior full of fangs through the blood basin mouth of the "Devil's Head”.

It's like being swallowed up by this demon.

“Phew--”

The supermassive airlock slowly descended behind it, and the anti-gravity unit of the shuttle erupted a cluster of white air currents, landing in the middle of the inner starport of the Temple of Psychic.

They are sort of “special investigators" from the Inquisition Service, representing the will of the Inquisition Service and even the best of superiors, naturally with a large number of staff of the Temple of Psychics, and the High Priest who runs the temple waiting and leading the way, offering them cheap access to all the highest authority.

Li Yao is not interested in the Puppet King case yet.

His attention was focused on transport ships that were not far from landing and landing.

On his left, the transport ship brought in a large number of Imperial prisoners from the front line, who had not yet lost their emotions, desires and self. The powerful roared loudly and struggled desperately. The old and weak women and children cried and fell into despair, but no matter how strong or weak they were, they were trapped by the shackles of electricity. Some of the particularly untamed also smashed their backpacks, stringed their walnuts, but there was no way to heaven and no way into the earth.

Countless empire captives, escorted by a group of expressionless Allied warriors, cry, cry, curse, step by step, step by step, walk deep into the Temple of the Spirit.

On his right hand side, the other groups of fresh allies took neat and uniform steps, swaying and boarding the freshly emptied transport vessel.

They all had a vague smile on their faces, nothing but tenderness and loyalty. According to the different tribes of "Water, Wood, Gold, Fire and Earth”, they wore different colors of work clothes. Apart from this small difference, they could not see any difference, like a group of spiritual energy puppets that had just been assembled on the Fabao Stream water line.

The prisoners on the left saw the fresh saint allies on the right, getting more frightened and angry. They struggled desperately, shouting out loud, trying to draw the attention of these saints on the right, because their emotions were too exciting, and they were quickly arced by the shackles, and they were electrocuted to spit foam, seventy-eight.

These Alliance recruits on the right, however, did not oblique their eyes, and made great strides forward. Even if Yuguang occasionally swept to the left of the captivity, his dark eyes did not flutter at all, and he still took the mechanical steps forward.

In Li Yao's perception of the mind, the two queues, one in and one out, are also very different.

The queue of Imperial prisoners on the left is like a colorful, turbulent river filled with spectacular waves and colorful swirls.

The queue of Alliance recruits on the right is like an almost ice-covered and depleted river, flowing dead, unable to turn half the waves.

“Weren't these Alliance recruits on the right, the Empire prisoners on the left, changing? ”

Li Yao thought dark and tried to control his own ups and downs. “Ships and boats of Empire prisoners were transported here. After days and nights of modulation, they became such loyal and gentle ‘tools' on the left. Ships and boats were transported out, either into pits of darkness or to frontlines like a meat grinder, or to the bottom of an old starship filled with poisonous gas and sewage, which became the fuel that drove the Alliance's evil machine to flourish! ”

Li Yao noticed that members of the Night Fork Squad seemed to have a long history of understanding the truth about the Temple of Psychic Spirituality, but the reactions varied.

“Major” Chu Zhiqiao knew that she had undergone memory removal surgery in places such as the Psychic Temple. She was just a little confused and “deluded herself” to regain her determination.

“Seven Stars” Guan Zhi Stars has no unusual reaction, God's soul is always stable, probably he belongs to the kind of typical technology maniac, can only think about technology-related issues, as for ethical ethics outside of technology, completely unrelated to him.

Yet, like Li Yao, Yunhai's heart is filled with deep anger. Even his anger is so tight that his fists die.

That's right, he's a fairy fixer, he's an empire, these lambs to be slaughtered, all his people.

Even though the Empire doesn't care much about compatriots, at least, the immortals have their own dignity, with the wisdom of the cloud sea heart, he won't wonder, he has never been a dog to the Allies, never on the first day, so scrupulous and stealing, is that interesting?

Li Yao increasingly doesn't understand what the power is. He confined Yunhai's heart to the Alliance, reluctantly serving the dead enemy.

But compared to Yunhai's heart, the strangest thing to him was the "Giant Spirit” Yuankou.

Yuan Ko is scared.

Although the appearance did not reveal a hint of fear, Li Yao could clearly perceive the trembling chestnut of Yuankou's soul. This literally “tiger-backed bear waist” Kui Weiguang, able to penetrate three or five layers of armored super monster in one punch hole, actually shivered like a scared little boy.

What the hell is going on?

Li Yao remembered what Yuanco said yesterday.

He said that the Puppet King had said to him in his illusion —— “I know what you're afraid of”.

So, what exactly is Yuanco afraid of?

With a belly full of questions, Li Yao and four members of the Night Fork Squad walked into the main temple of the Psychic Temple and saw a nightmarish scene.

Tens of thousands of hundreds of meters of tall metal columns lined up beside each side of the main palace, each wanting to stretch out countless branches, each with a dozen or twenty metal cocoons tied together, the length of the metal cocoon is about two or three meters, between three or five meters, through a translucent enclosure, you can see some kind of sticky liquid in it, and there is another human shrinking like a baby.

The shell of the metal cocoon was engraved with dense numbness symbols, and there was a “progress bar” at the bottom, initially bloody red, but as the progress bar grew, the red grew darker and darker, turning light green.

A large number of lifting platforms and floating discs, landing and landing between columns, branches and metal cocoons, carrying countless faceless faceless staff, whenever the progress strip on a metal cocoon turns completely green, they go up, lift the cap, get the human inside out, and after simple cleaning and commissioning, lock in another human who struggles desperately with anger and fear.

The translucent cover plate implicitly shows that, at first, the people who were locked in were still jumping around inside, slapping hard on the cap, but those thick liquids seemed to contain powerful hypnotic ingredients, causing them to quickly lose their resistance, fall asleep, and become unconsciously curled up as babies.

As far as Li Yao's eyesight is concerned, at least a hundred thousand people have been subjected to such a special regulation.

Where his eyes cannot be scanned, it is not known how many emotions, desires and egos are enduring inhumane slaughter!

Li Yao can clearly perceive that the most intense emotions of humankind, blooming to the extreme like the flowers in the blazing wind, were torn to pieces and burned to ashes, turning into a fluffy grey mist.

What a temple of spirituality, this is clearly a slaughterhouse of humanity!