[As the observatory is the only entrance into the mountain’s belly, its gates stand open with no guards at all, and you cannot help but feel puzzled…]

[Rona leads you into the observatory. With a complicated expression, she lets out a slight sigh and says…]

[The observatory has a warden, and the prison that is Despair Abyss also has its own separate administrator. The one enslaving the dragon race and imprisoning the dragon progenitors is the Golden Lawgiver Progenitor.]

[Very ironic, is it not? He was once a progenitor loyal to Omniscient True Knowledge, a progenitor who fought side by side with the other progenitors and slew countless enemies on the battlefield of the divine war.]

[The bond between the dragon progenitors was so deep that on the battlefield they could completely entrust their backs to one another, to the point of entrusting their very lives.]

[Yet it is precisely this Lawgiver Progenitor who, after betraying his own kind and defecting into the embrace of the stars, became the one who enslaves his own kin most viciously, the one who personally imprisons and even cruelly tortures his former comrades.]

[At this moment, the Lawgiver Progenitor is not on the observatory directing the Starborn Spirits’ acts of enslavement. Presumably, he is at the bottom of the mountain’s belly, torturing those dragon progenitors…]

[You board the floating star-disc leading into the mountain’s belly, descending all the way to the lowest level, the place where the four great dragon progenitors are imprisoned…]

[As your altitude continues to decrease, the sharp, rotting stench of decaying flesh gradually grows stronger…]

[In a low voice, Rona continues speaking to you…]

[The four imprisoned dragon progenitors endure torture day and night. Their bloodlines have been squeezed countless times, yet they still hold fast to their original faith and refuse to submit.]

[And precisely because of this, without exception, they have all been corroded by Disorder, and many years ago already became deformed, twisted monsters…]

[You have seen that Hermit Progenitor who suffered the corrosion of Disorder, so you should understand what kind of miserable state this is.]

[The Lawgiver Progenitor betrayed his oath and defected into the embrace of the stars in order to escape Disorder… True, his oathbreaking did temporarily resist the corrosion of Disorder, but that was only temporary.]

[The terror and horror of Disorder far exceed anyone’s imagination…]

[As you descend to the bottom of the mountain’s belly, the rotting stench completely fills your nose. The concentrated and overpowering nauseating smell makes you intensely sick, and you feel an uncontrollable urge to vomit.]

[This place is an artificially excavated corridor inside the mountain, somewhat narrow and cramped, and the ground is flooded with a layer of black-purple liquid.] 𝒇𝒓𝙚𝒆𝔀𝓮𝓫𝒏𝓸𝙫𝓮𝓵.𝓬𝙤𝙢

[The liquid is thick enough to submerge your ankles and wash over your calves, and it gives off an inescapable sharp putrid stench.]

[What oppresses you most is not the narrowness of the corridor, nor the filthy and viscous dragon blood flooding the ground, but the sound echoing from the depths of the corridor.]

[It is the frequent sound of flesh colliding with flesh, accompanied by a woman’s pained and hoarse muffled groans, and a man’s heavy panting.]

[Hearing such sounds, you already vaguely understand what is happening at the end of the corridor…]

[As the frequency of the impacts gradually speeds up, the man’s frenzied roar, a near-beastlike howl and bellow devoid of reason, resounds through the entire corridor…]

[…]

[Do you think you are the most devout, the most loyal?!]

[No! You are the most foolish!]

[Look at the disgusting state you are in now, hahahaha, what Emerald Saint? You are nothing but a whore to be toyed with at will!]

[Open your eyes wide and take a good look!]

[These few lumps of twisted, disgusting flesh are the ancient dragons who were once progenitors, your former companions, the pathetic end of your stubborn and foolish loyalty!]

[Only Me, only Me, the Golden Lawgiver, made the most correct choice!]

[The man’s frenzied roar abruptly stops just as the collision frequency reaches its highest peak.]

[The hearts of you and Rona grow heavy, and you quicken your pace toward the end of the corridor…]

[The man’s manic laughter rings out again. Why do you not look? Why do you not use those green and beautiful eyes of yours to carefully observe and analyze? That was the favor bestowed upon believers by the Omniscient Evil God…]

[Oh, terribly sorry, I accidentally forgot you cannot see, because a dignified Saint Progenitor is actually blind!]

[How did you go blind? Let Me think carefully…]

[Ah, right! I remember now! I gouged out your eyes with My own hands… hehe, hahaha]

[…]

[The view suddenly opens up. At the end of the corridor is a hollowed-out cavern so enormous that it nearly encompasses the entire excavated mountain body.]

[At the deepest part of the cavern stand three enormous twisted shadows. Upon their bodies, which can only be described as malformed mountains of flesh, there are not only tumors everywhere, but also irregularly distributed ferocious bloody mouths.]

[They struggle to use those deformed mouths to suck up the filthy blood beneath their feet, while constantly vomiting out even fouler and murkier dragon blood.]

[They turn a blind eye to everything happening inside the cavern, knowing only to mechanically repeat this futile act of purifying their bloodlines, trying to rid themselves of Disorder.]

[And in one corner of the cavern, a large bed is placed in a jarringly abrupt manner.]

[The bedposts are soaked in filthy dragon blood. The once white velvet bed is already covered in grime, now showing a sickening black-yellow color, and the soft, hazy bed curtains are already crawling with scattered writhing maggots.]

[Iron shackles fixed to the ground and extending out of the filthy dragon blood are connected to the woman upon the bed…]

[Her emerald hair is soaked in filthy blood and foul bodily fluids. Large patches of rotting boils cover her face, and where her eyes should be, there are only two horrifying hollow sockets. Through the gaps between the broad patches of sores, one can still vaguely sense how holy and beautiful this face once was.]

[Most of her naked body’s skin has already ulcerated, and her lower body is covered in bloodstains.]

[Rusted iron chains pierce through her collarbones and hands and feet, binding her tightly to the bed. Other than staring blankly at the empty ceiling above with her hollow eye sockets, there is nothing she can do.]

[These iron chains have imprisoned her for who knows how many years, so long that the chains have already adhered to her ulcerated flesh and become one with it, no longer distinguishable from each other…]

[Seeing this sight, the anger in your heart gradually fills your chest bit by bit!]

[A blond man stands in the blood filth beside the bed, putting on his clothes. Merely by looking at his tall back, one can feel a majesty and grandeur like thunder descending from the heavens.]

[That is the ancient dragon who controls golden lightning and harsh laws. That is the great progenitor of the Golden Lawgiver lineage!]

[You can sense that the power within this body is still sealed at the level of the demigod realm. Even though you have fallen from Immortality, you still have absolute confidence that you can defeat this ancient dragon!]

[As if sensing your arrival, he turns around…]

[You had thought that someone with such a majestic back must surely possess an equally imposing appearance…]

[Yet that face, horrifying as though wax had melted, is more than half rotted away, dripping foul flesh juices, while its owner shows not the slightest awareness of it, making a chill run down your spine.]

[Rona has already prepared for battle. She coldly looks at the blond man and explains to you that the Lawgiver Progenitor’s oathbreaking did indeed temporarily resist the corrosion of Disorder, but that was only temporary.]

[Now, he wanders unknowingly at the edge of Disorder. Perhaps tomorrow, perhaps the day after tomorrow, he too will be completely corroded by Disorder just like the other ancient dragons.]

[When the blond man sees you, he lets out a fawning laugh completely mismatched with his dignified back, as though he has utterly forgotten the noble status he once held…]

[So Executor Lord has returned. Seeing that your injuries are healed, he is truly delighted from the bottom of his heart. Beating the Emerald Ancient Dragon and drawing out the power of the Saint bloodline truly is the best healing method.]

[Could it be that Lord still finds it not enough and wishes to taste the Saint Progenitor once more to consolidate the recovery of your injuries?]

[No wonder Lord came and then returned again. Although this Saint Progenitor is covered in boils and ugly in appearance, her figure is alluring in all the right places, and the taste is truly intoxicating…]

[The Emerald Saint Progenitor on the bed seems able to sense your conversation. She frantically twists her body, causing the chains to rattle loudly, and opens her mouth, yet can only produce incoherent muttering sounds.]

[You look carefully and discover that her teeth have long since been pulled out, and only half of her tongue remains…]

[Seeing this miserable state, you let out a deep breath of scorching air, and the furious flame long suppressed in your chest… instantly erupts and explodes!]

[T/N: This is one messed up chapter.]