# 1133
Chapter 1133
## Angel Trial
Lin Qiye's body was nailed to the black cross. Without the Skyward Bard, his form was completely exposed within the漫天灰烬.
Just as he was about to sink his consciousness into the Asylum of the Gods, the corpse of Uriel standing in the center of the meteorite crater flapped its broken white wings and slowly rose into the sky.
That writhing red eyeball gazed separately at Lin Qiye and An Qingyu on the two crosses. Its lips parted slightly, and tumors sprouted from both sides of its cheeks, splitting into countless tiny, sharp mouths.
Countless grotesque,尖啸的笑声 echoed beneath the sky, intertwined with Uriel's hoarse voice:
"Sin... Crime... Trial..."
Uriel's voice was extremely hoarse, as if someone were pulling its vocal cords, mechanically吐出 these words.
"Sin Trial——!!!"
In the valley, countless manic flesh tumor spirits roared along with Uriel's voice. Every scarlet eyeball on their bodies radiated excited light.
Once, they too had been tried by angels of Heaven, falling into eternal torment and hell. Now it was their turn to rise as "angels," to pronounce judgment upon others.
This distorted pleasure and venom made them unable to control their laughter. Beneath the excited writhing of the entire valley, it seemed to transform into waves of flesh tumors.
As these four words rang out, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu felt the chains on their bodies tighten once more. At the same time, an invisible force pressed down upon them, forcibly pressing their heads down.
Above the celebrating sea of flesh, two figures hung their heads, nailed to the pitch-black crosses, like sinners awaiting judgment, heads bowed in repentance.
Lin Qiye clenched his teeth tightly, his eyes crimson red. He desperately tried to break free from that force and raise his head, the tendons in his neck bulging out one by one!
Just then, Uriel in the sky spoke once more:
"Past... Sin..."
"Past Sin——!!!" Manic laughter erupted from within the sea of flesh.
A domain released from within Uriel's body, instantly shrouding Lin Qiye and An Qingyu. The mysterious power of time and space carried their pasts, extracted from both their bodies, flowing within the domain like movie fragments, arbitrarily窥探 by that scarlet insect eye.
Gazing upon their past?
Lin Qiye's eyes slightly contracted.
"An... Qing... yu..." Uriel's voice emerged from among the dense screams of laughter. "Commits... murder... desecrates... corpses... disrespects... the dead... sins... unforgivable... Descend... to the Eighth Layer of Hell!"
Hearing Uriel's verdict, the flesh tumor spirits in the valley grew even more agitated.
"Hehehehe... Eighth Layer of Hell! He's done for!"
"Murder is a grave sin, corpse desecration is even worse! How dare he desecrate corpses?"
"Sinful, truly sinful! Falling to the Eighth Layer of Hell is only fitting!"
"He's not like us, we never desecrate corpses!"
"We're angels, how could we desecrate corpses? We're angels! Hehehe..."
"..."
An Qingyu hung from the cross, his bowed head gazing at the writhing balls of flesh below, their faces full of pity and sanctity. He coldly laughed.
A group of Cthulhu Faction monsters possessing corpses—they seemed to genuinely regard themselves as holy angels... If we're speaking of corpse desecration, their own actions were the true desecration!
"Lin... Qi... ye..." Uriel's voice sounded once more.
"Commits... murder... soul imprisonment... god desecration... deity slaying... sins... unforgivable... Descend... to the Ninth Layer of Hell!"
Amidst the even more excited cheers from the flesh balls below, Lin Qiye, nailed to the cross, had a grim expression.
But when he heard the words "soul imprisonment," his heart slightly clenched.
He could admit to all the other sins, but soul imprisonment had only occurred when he used the asylum to contain the orderlies. If Uriel could even mention soul imprisonment, did that mean it had already sensed the existence of the Asylum of the Gods?
If the Cthulhu Faction gods learned of the Asylum of the Gods... that would truly be catastrophic.
Lin Qiye had already contacted Sun Wukong within the asylum. If it came down to a desperate moment, he would have to risk certain death and once again bear that soul.
However, this was hell. If he truly did that here, there would be no Great Xia gods to come to his rescue this time.
Moreover, with Uriel's power added to the two heavenly demonic execution frames behind him, even if he bore the Great Sage's soul, he might not be able to escape.
After gazing upon Lin Qiye and An Qingyu's pasts and pronouncing their sins, Uriel did not stop there. It slowly spoke once more:
"Future... Sin..."
The flesh balls' excited voices echoed through the valley: "Future Sin——!!"
Future?
Hearing these two words, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu simultaneously froze.
The past fragments flowing around Lin Qiye and An Qingyu vanished into nothing. At the same time, a mysterious force shrouded them. Two blurry rivers of time were materialized within the domain.
The scarlet insect eyes splitting from Uriel's eye sockets gazed separately along each person's river of time downward, as if trying to peer into the sins they would commit in the future.
"It's tracing our future?!"
An Qingyu witnessed this scene and spoke in disbelief.
Lin Qiye hung his head, only able to glimpse with his peripheral vision the continuously flowing river of time above his head. His eyes were also full of shock.
Within this domain, Uriel could trace both past and future? Was this the Seraph who commanded the power of time and space? If so, how powerful had it been in life?
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were nailed to the cross, able only to passively watch the river of time above their heads continuously flowing. Blurry silhouettes flickered within, but they couldn't see what was happening inside.
"An... Qing... yu..." Uriel's insect eyes gazed at An Qingyu's future above, speaking in a low voice. "Commits..."
"Hmm?"
Just as it uttered the word "Commits," a soft sound of surprise drifted out from the river of time above Lin Qiye's head.
That voice seemed to come from infinitely far away, yet also seemed to be right at hand. The moment this voice appeared, whether Uriel, Lin Qiye, An Qingyu, or the flesh tumor spirits excitedly watching below—all froze in place simultaneously.
Within Uriel's eye sockets, the two clusters of splitting red mini-insects writhed violently, rapidly condensing into a single eye, staring fixedly at the river of time above Lin Qiye's head.
In Lin Qiye's peripheral vision, a blurry figure emerged. It stood within the river of time, like a shadow obscured behind frosted glass. Only an outline could be vaguely seen.
"...Who dares peer upon me..."
The voice rang out once more from the river of time. The blurry figure raised its hand and struck heavily against the frosted glass-like river of time!
Sparks flew—!
With a crisp explosion, the barrier between past and future was shattered. A figure from the future slowly took shape.