# 314
Chapter 314 – Prelude to the Riot
The three Believers moved like ghosts. After silently taking down the guards at the door, they unlocked the gate with stolen keys and slipped out of the cellblock.
Inside his cell, An Qingyu—who had watched the entire scene through those borrowed eyes—rubbed his chin and sank into thought…
Things were finally getting interesting.
The outdoor yard was pitch-black. Three figures sprinted across it; every light had been killed, every camera blinded. The place had become a dark jungle.
They detoured to a first-floor restroom, retrieved the machete and hammer Xie Yu had hidden beneath a floor tile, then circled several buildings before stopping at an open patch of ground.
“Is this it?” Sixth Seat asked in a low voice.
Fourth Seat studied the spot carefully, then nodded with certainty. “Yes. According to Xie Yu, the Suppression Stele is right here.”
Both turned to Twelfth Seat, who hadn’t said a word. He nodded, pulled off his shirt, lay down, and drew a deep breath.
“Come. I’m ready.”
Sixth Seat gripped the knife. “Any last words?”
Twelfth Seat was silent a moment. “Tell Lord Yiyu it was my honor to give my life for him…”
Fourth Seat inclined his head. “I’ll deliver the message.”
“Right.” Twelfth Seat suddenly remembered. “After you regain your powers, kill Han Jinlong for me. The face of us Believers… can’t be lost.”
“Don’t worry.” Fourth Seat’s eyes narrowed, murderous. “I said I’d make him beg for death.”
“Do it…”
Sixth Seat grunted, slit Twelfth Seat’s throat in one lightning sweep—almost painless.
Then he set the blade under the ribcage, pierced flesh, and sliced downward…
A few minutes later Sixth Seat stood, holding a blood- and bile-coated orb the size of a goose egg.
He placed it on the ground. Fourth Seat raised the hammer and smashed the orb!
THUD—
The black shell split. A four-centimeter bronze blade fell out, its surface shimmering with green light, exhaling mystery.
Fourth Seat knelt, reversed the blade, and stabbed it into empty air!
Clink!
The edge chimed, struck something, and tore a tiny hole in space.
A thumb-sized gap hung in the darkness. Fourth Seat peered through: beyond it rose a towering black stele.
“It works! It can actually cut open Master Chen’s Mindscape!” Sixth Seat exclaimed.
“Sequence 035, the Delusion-Sundering Blade,” Fourth Seat said calmly. “Most Forbidden Ruins crumble before it; seals are its specialty. Even the Mindscape can’t resist—so long as the old man isn’t here to repair the hole instantly.”
“How long to widen it enough for us?”
“Two minutes.”
Fourth Seat chipped at the gap, flake by flake, shattering the “scape” in silence. No one came; the tear soon became person-sized.
“Your turn.” He stepped aside.
Sixth Seat hoisted the still-warm corpse, crawled through, and entered the hidden Mindscape containing the Suppression Stele.
He slashed the body’s arteries; blood gushed over his hammer. The ancient bloodstains on the metal woke, drinking every drop.
The hammer’s weight multiplied. Grimacing, Sixth Seat gripped it two-handed and raised it high…
CRASH!
A savage fissure spider-webbed across the stele.
…
Purification Chamber, prison block.
“Hm?” An Qingyu’s eyes snapped open. He stared at his hand, bewildered.
He stretched out a finger; the temperature plummeted, and a hovering ice crystal formed at its tip.
“The Suppression Stele… is cracking?” His face turned grave.
The aura that had smothered every Forbidden Ruins had thinned. Though still present, he could now project his own Ruins outward.
Across the dark cells, every prisoner felt it—shock, then wild joy, then cold calculation…
With this much power, could they break out?
Another muffled boom from the yard slashed the suppressive aura again.
Before, they’d been limited to “Lamp” level; now the cap soared to peak “Pool”!
Eyes blazed. Almost… just a bit more…
Outside waited entire garrisons. “Pool” wasn’t enough.
They needed more.
Yet some prisoners could wait no longer. They crept toward the iron doors, eyes alight with savage hunger.
BOOM!
The third hammer-blow fell. The aura thinned once more—limit raised to “River”! A handful of high-ranking inmates shattered their shackles entirely, surging to “Sea” level!
“HAHAHAHA!! Heaven helps me!!”
A roar rang out; a cell door exploded. One inmate burst free, laughing maniacally.
Then came the metallic shriek of tearing doors everywhere. In the darkness, beasts sprang their cages, baring fangs and claws.
The riot had begun.