Chapter 173: Sixteen Thousand Eight Hundred Punishnts
The shattering of the Saint Soul Banner was rely a beginning for Li Tianwei. He soon stabilized the restless banner according to his earlier plans.
Countless arrays and myriad spells continuously appeared in Li Tianwei’s hands.
Li Tianwei seed to possess inexhaustible power. Under his constant manipulation, countless Dao patterns, intertwined with various Dao Intents, transford into streams of flowing light, weaving within the banner’s interior.
Such a magnificent sight unfolded high in the air.
The souls of ordinary people could not perceive any change, yet the demonic souls of the cultivators could clearly sense that, at this very mont, everything within the banner was undergoing a fundantal transformation.
If before the banner was chaotic—though governed by Li Tianwei’s absolute power—it still retained disorder.
Now, however, that chaos was dissolving, being woven by Li Tianwei into rules and laws.
With each weave, order manifested, and invisible restraints beca increasingly distinct.
To those cultivators, this sensation was akin to witnessing the birth of a Heavenly Dao—still immature, yet undeniably a nascent world order ford within the banner by Li Tianwei.
How was this possible!
This question surfaced in all their minds. More than that, they wondered—just what was Li Tianwei trying to accomplish!
Soon, Li Tianwei continued casting spells, stabilizing forms one after another. The energy he had previously absorbed from the Forbidden Land of Taixu was being rapidly consud.
Even so, Li Tianwei did not stop—he kept channeling his spells without pause.
Countless streams of light shuttled through the banner, continuously nding every flaw.
At that mont, it seed as though a vast do appeared in midair, continuously drawing in and refining all the chaos within the Soul Banner.
As Li Tianwei continued his construction, his brow furrowed deeper and deeper.
He soon realized that building the Six Paths and erecting the Eighteen Hells was no simple task.
According to Fengdu’s conception, many components were still missing—but these could be supplented over ti.
"It can only be done slowly."
Gazing at the barren world below, Li Tianwei took a deep breath, pressed his palms together, and ford a hand seal. Spiritual power and resentnt surged in response.
In an instant, the entire interior of the banner began to quake.
Only to see—a grand hall slowly rose, followed by city walls and various peculiar structures.
Soon, the resentful demonic energy ford by those evil souls gathered toward a single point. Under Li Tianwei’s control, heaven and earth beca clear.
Countless strands of resentful energy condensed, growing ever darker and deeper, even glimring faintly. The concentrated demonic resentnt, under Li Tianwei’s wave, transford into a great river that ran through the newly risen city.
But it did not end there—Li Tianwei waved his hand again.
The entire city ascended skyward, suspended in midair, vast and magnificent.
Through the overlay of countless spells and the nearly limitless power of the Fusion Golden Core, Li Tianwei did not even pause to take a breath.
To him, such consumption was insignificant.
Soon, Li Tianwei began constructing the remaining portions—the first layer, Hell of Tongue Ripping; the second, Hell of Scissors; the third, Hell of Iron Trees…
Layer by layer, the Hells took form beneath the great hall. Yet upon seeing them, Li Tianwei said only one thing:
"I am not satisfied."
Li Tianwei looked upon the simple punishnts within the Eighteen Hells and thought so.
Indeed, such punishnts were not even comparable to the tortures inflicted by cultivators upon mortals. Their resentnt went far beyond this—re physical tornt was far too lenient.
ntal tornt was also required—harsher, more relentless punishnt.
"These eighteen layers of Hell are not even as cruel as the mortal realm!"
Li Tianwei sighed, then began adding more. Having thoroughly read the Twenty-Four Histories, he was well-versed in all the tortures humanity had devised, as well as the ntal tornt practiced among cultivators in this world.
He combined them all, layer upon layer, and after stabilizing them—
Li Tianwei discovered there were now sixteen thousand eight hundred punishnts in total. It was impossible to create sixteen thousand eight hundred layers of Hell! So he made an adjustnt: each soul would be divided, and each fragnt would endure a separate punishnt.
"At worst, I will atomize their souls—then they will fully experience all sixteen thousand eight hundred punishnts."
"Or perhaps add more, one thousand per layer—wouldn’t that be fitting?"
"Excellent—this should cleanse their sins completely."
"Good indeed."
Li Tianwei smiled faintly. Thus, he constructed new laws and orders—souls could divide, remain connected as one, and thus endure multiple punishnts simultaneously.
This made Li Tianwei recall the rit Machine built in his forr world—tie a fish to it, the motor spins, and the rit of release multiplies endlessly.
Now, the principle was similar—split each soul, let each fragnt suffer a distinct punishnt; the pain doubled, sin diminished faster—indeed, a comparable chanism.
At present, the criteria of judgnt for their sins were yet to be codified—but that could be established later. For now—punishnt ca first.
Li Tianwei was greatly satisfied.
In his eyes, the demonic souls within the banner must surely be willing. After all, this would lighten their sins—how could they refuse?
Those souls below had no idea what awaited them; they rely continued their pitiful, shrill cries.
As Li Tianwei continued his work, the construction of the Eighteen Hells was soon complete, and the laws began to stabilize.
Li Tianwei’s gaze turned toward the fragnt of Taixu suspended in midair. At this mont, it had grown faint and ethereal.
Li Tianwei raised his hand, gently touching it as spiritual power surged.
The once-flickering fragnt of Taixu completely dissolved, rging into the Soul Banner.
From that mont, the banner beca a small Cave Heaven, possessing the na of a world.
A wave of ripples spread, enveloping the entire banner.
With one final tremor, a writing brush and a book manifested midair, radiating an infinite, awe-inspiring brilliance.
Seeing this, Li Tianwei suspended them above the banner—for what would the Eighteen Hells be without the Book of Life and Death and the Judge’s Brush?
Li Tianwei smiled faintly, his gaze shifting toward the demonic souls and the souls of mortals below.
"Bang."
Li Tianwei snapped his fingers—the banner swayed, and the new laws and rules he had built manifested within the minds of all who still retained consciousness.
"Eighteen Layers of Hell."
Many murmured softly, including the millions of mortals whom Li Tianwei had saved from elsewhere.
Compared to them, the cultivators and sinful demonic souls all focused on the Sixteen Thousand Eight Hundred Punishnts, and on the fact that their divided souls would simultaneously endure them.
"No… no…"
Countless anguished screams resounded.
Having completed the construction of the Eighteen Hells, Li Tianwei nodded in satisfaction.
"Good."
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