Linde strode forward, and the Holy Knights parted to make way for him as respectfully as if parting the sea, their eyes following his figure devoutly.
As they approached the heavy metal door that had been forcibly broken open, an invisible pressure suddenly intensified.
It felt as if countless cold, sticky, and malicious tentacles were wriggling in the air, trying to burrow into one's bone marrow.
Even the light veins that naturally flowed around Linde's body were suppressed, and the light became more restrained.
Behind the door was a relatively small storage room.
There were no complicated instruments, only rows of sturdy metal supports.
On the shelves, hundreds of containers were densely packed together!
These containers are made of various materials, including sealed metal cans, thick glass bottles, and even obsidian urns engraved with suppression runes.
But no matter what kind of container it is, it cannot completely isolate the essence of what it contains—the Shadow Abyss Essence!
The thick, dark purple liquid, resembling live crude oil, writhed slowly and restlessly within the container.
They did not appear to be inanimate objects, but rather exuded a pure malice, chaos, and decay that sent chills down one's spine.
Each drop of source matter is like a concentrated abyss, with distorted, inhuman faces or indescribable geometric patterns occasionally appearing on its surface before instantly shattering and dissolving.
Simply looking at them is enough to drive the weak-willed to madness.
The air inside the storage room was thick and cold, and even the light seemed to be swallowed up and distorted.
Even Linde could clearly feel the power of the light veins within his body instinctively and fiercely fighting against the filth of this space, emitting a silent hissing sound.
This massive amount of high-purity Shadow Abyss Source material gathered together to form a tangible "Shadow Abyss Domain," whose corrosive power far exceeded that of the diluted products used for experiments outside.
Pres stood at the doorway, his brow furrowed, the holy light emanating from him flickering like a candle in the wind, clearly struggling to resist.
He said in a deep voice:
"My lord, these sources of filth... are too numerous and their nature is too purely evil."
Forcibly purifying it might trigger unpredictable energy shocks, and could even attract the attention of beings in the deeper shadows.
But leaving it here will only cause endless trouble! Please advise on how to handle this situation.
Linde stared at the writhing purple ocean before him, his heart pounding uncontrollably.
It wasn't fear, but a thrill that originated from the depths of my soul, a mixture of immense temptation and a hint of apprehension.
The system interface unfolded silently deep within his consciousness. The progress bar representing "Shadow Affinity" seemed to sense something and was radiating an unprecedented, almost greedy, wave of desire.
"It's alright."
Linde's voice was calm and even, carrying the unique, reassuring power of an oracle.
"Such filth cannot be easily purified by human power. The Lord of the Light Vein foresaw this and granted me the authority to bear and purify such filth."
He stepped forward, his body radiating a subtle flow of light energy that formed a thin, golden-white halo around his skin, slightly isolating him from the biting malice.
But deep within his gaze lay an icy calm.
"However, purification must be carried out gradually and should not be rushed. Such a huge amount of filth is too risky to purify all at once, and may cause abnormal changes."
It needs to be packaged and sealed in special containers, then compressed layer by layer with the power of light veins to ensure its safety before being brought back to a safe place for thorough purification.
Upon hearing this, a hint of understanding and admiration flashed in Pris's eyes:
"Your Oracle's considerations are thorough! We will prepare a container for you immediately!"
Soon, the Holy Knights collected a large number of relatively intact metal cans and sturdy glass containers from the broken laboratory outside.
Linde then stretched out his hands in a pretentious manner, pure light veins flowing from his fingertips like golden threads, quickly outlining seemingly complex but actually simple holy light runes inside each container, mainly to conceal the system's absorption of fluctuations.
"In the name of the Light Vein, seal this filth away!"
He chanted softly, channeling the power of the light veins into the runes. Instantly, a soft yet resilient golden-white film of light illuminated the inner wall of the container.
After the preparations were completed, the real "purification" began.
Linde stepped forward and carefully picked up an enchanted metal can, bringing it close to an obsidian urn filled with source matter.
He held his breath, focused intently, and communicated with the system using his mind.
[High concentration/high purity of Shadow Abyss Source Detected... Should it be absorbed?]
"Absorb!" Lind gave the order without hesitation.
Buzz...
An invisible suction force emanated from Linde's palm.
The viscous, wriggling dark purple liquid seemed to be drawn by something, transforming into a thin, purplish-black stream that silently flowed into the metal can.
When the source material came into contact with the light membrane inside the container, the light membrane fluctuated violently and made a hissing sound. At the same time, the halo on Linde's body surface also flickered noticeably—this was a real energy confrontation, and the weak fluctuations generated by the system's absorption were cleverly masked by the reaction of the light vein power.
Lin Deneng could clearly feel a cold, chaotic, yet immensely powerful torrent surging into his body through the channels established by the system!
This force was extremely domineering, full of corrosive and distorting characteristics. If it weren't for the power of the light veins as the outermost buffer and disguise, as well as the system's own powerful conversion and filtering mechanism, it would probably have caused him serious damage instantly.
A container was quickly filled.
Lind immediately put the lid on, and the simple holy light runes locked the mouth of the jar, isolating most of the aura.
He handed it to Pris behind him, who took it carefully, as if holding an extremely dangerous explosive.
"Next."
Linde's voice remained steady, but only he knew that each absorption was like dancing on the edge of a knife.
The massive influx of source matter was like detonating miniature Shadow Abyss bombs within the body.
The system was transforming efficiently, but that pure, chaotic will was constantly assaulting his mental barriers.
The power of the light veins acted like a loyal guardian, waging a tug-of-war within his body against the invading, corrupting force. Although it could suppress it, it also gave Lind a heavy burden and a faint stinging sensation.
He must control the speed and amount of absorption to ensure that his mind and body are not overwhelmed or eroded by the system's "feast".
He can only do it little by little.
Time passed in a tense and oppressive atmosphere.
Linde, like the most meticulous craftsman, repeatedly picked up the container, activated the system to absorb, sealed, and transferred the contents.
The amount of Shadow Origin Material in the storage room was decreasing at a rate visible to the naked eye.
Each filled container signifies that the system has absorbed a huge amount of energy, and also means that Linde has borne a heavy burden of pressure.
Fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, but were quietly evaporated by the light energy flowing across his body.
As Priest and the Holy Knights watched the Oracle meticulously "purify" these sources of filth that even they could not approach, their hearts were filled with profound respect and worry.
They couldn't see the intense energy struggle within Linde's body; they only saw him operating steadily in the center of the filth, with the power of the light veins flickering and protecting him, clearly under immense pressure.
Finally, the last container was filled and sealed.
The storage room was now empty, with only the bare shelves and a faint but still unsettling smell of decay lingering in the air.
That source of malice that chilled the soul was finally "packaged" and taken away.
Lin De let out a long, silent sigh of relief. The surging torrent of energy within his body gradually subsided under the system's rapid transformation, and the power of the light veins also stabilized again.
He felt an unprecedented exhaustion, but even more so an indescribable sense of satisfaction—in the system interface, the progress bar for "Shadow Affinity" and the value representing energy reserves both showed a terrifying surge! This power would be an important cornerstone on his future path.
"The source of the filth has been temporarily sealed off."
Linde turned around, his face slightly pale, but his eyes remained as sharp as ever.
"This place is no place to linger. The Sassians' reinforcements could arrive at any moment. Take all the sealing containers and evacuate immediately!"
"Yes, Your Excellency Oracle!"
Priss solemnly accepted the order and immediately directed the knights to carefully move the containers that contained the "filth in the purification process".
Like a receding silver tide, the Holy Knights swiftly and orderly evacuated the underground palace filled with death and desecration.
Linde walked in the middle of the group, glanced back at the empty storage room and the messy laboratory, and a cold smile curled at the corner of his mouth.
Yingyuan's "raw material warehouse"? Now, it belongs to him.
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