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When it came to establishing such a dehumanizing prison, Ye Wen felt no psychological burden whatsoever.
Being lenient toward criminals and evildoers was the greatest betrayal of those who lived honestly and virtuously.
Ye Wen vaguely remembered a movie from his past life.
In it, a psychopath who enjoyed torturing and killing little girls was sentenced to just a few years in prison in a country that prided itself on its comfortable lifestyle.
Unrepentant, this scum repeated his crimes shortly after being released, using the same method to torture and kill another little girl.
But this time, he had crossed the wrong person—the girl's grandfather was a top-tier billionaire who offered a bounty of one billion for his life.
However, since the law required a trial before execution, this scum couldn't be killed outright. Thus, a farcical battle began.
The police, upholding justice, protected this scum en route to the courtroom, all while fending off various assassination attempts.
In the end, the scum died—but so did several police officers. How ironic.
As a child, Ye Wen had struggled to determine whether the police's sense of justice was right or wrong. After much deliberation, he concluded that if this was what justice looked like in the world, then perhaps it was better to have none at all.
But upon further reflection, if this scum were allowed to die painlessly, what would that mean for the little girls he had tortured and killed?
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth—this kind of scum deserved to pay a far heavier price.
From that moment on, Ye Wen firmly believed that hypocritical justice was inferior to a merciless purgatory. If given the power, even becoming a demon was preferable to letting such filth run rampant.
This was the purpose behind Ye Wen's reconstruction of the City of Slaughter.
Not only would these scum suffer painful deaths, but they would also be made to serve their remaining value.
The construction of the new City of Slaughter proceeded swiftly.
However, Ye Wen renamed it the City of Purgatory.
It was no longer a place where evildoers could escape punishment through slaughter; instead, it became a hellish realm of atonement—a true purgatory.
What was one of the greatest terrors in the Douluo world?
It was when soul masters, who once stood high above others with their soul power and ability to dominate lives, found themselves reduced to ordinary people, becoming objects to be exploited by others.
Wasn't that terrifying?
Weren't you thrilled when you vented your emotions freely? Then why should you complain when others use you as their outlet?
Compared to the old City of Slaughter, the Capital of Purgatory not only restricted soul skills but also completely suppressed soul power. Once inside, unless granted permission by Ye Wen, everyone—even soul masters—would become ordinary mortals and be imprisoned.
Such was the privilege of a god!
Now, welcome the first batch of users to the City of Purgatory.
In this feudal era, there was no shortage of scum.
Human traffickers, coercive abusers, robbers, indiscriminate killers—countless varieties of filth existed.
If not for the noble system of the Tian Dou Empire shielding them, these individuals would have been executed ten times over in Ye Wen's previous life.
However, after Ye Wen's thorough cleanup, the once foul-smelling Tian Dou Empire had been completely revitalized.
But simply killing a large number of high-level soul masters would have been too wasteful.
Why was the Sea God worshipped so fervently?
Because He possessed an entire island of high-quality soul masters providing Him with abundant faith, along with countless soul beasts across the ocean worshiping His existence.
The key to providing faith energy lay in the quality of the believers.
Silently watching as this group of nobles—more repulsive than even evil soul masters—was locked away, Ye Wen couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction.
"It feels like watching Judge Bao or Jin Yong's chivalrous heroes punishing evildoers in my past life."
With a stretch and a sigh, Ye Wen felt his spirit rejuvenated.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Ye Wen's expression turned strange as he sensed his cultivation level—it had broken through!?
After ceaseless dual cultivation with his three wives, Ye Wen had long reached the limit of level 119. However, the threshold to Tier 2 godhood had always felt just out of reach, seemingly due to a mental barrier. Now, it seemed his mindset had finally cleared.
Ye Wen felt completely enlightened, and the questions that had once troubled him dissolved effortlessly. A smile spread across his face, uncontrollable.
At this moment, an official responsible for escorting prisoners approached and bowed deeply to Ye Wen.
"Master, all 1,314 prisoners have been successfully incarcerated. Please give your instructions."
Ye Wen nodded. He had carefully screened the first batch of prisoners sent to the City of Purgatory—only the most heinous criminals were placed here, while the rest were reserved for other purposes.
"Mm, proceed according to the plan. I'll head back now."
"Yes, Master."
This official was used to Ye Wen's teleportation abilities, but he couldn't help feeling uneasy as he glanced at the City of Purgatory. The screams of the prisoners inside chilled him to the bone, silently reminding himself never to make any grave mistakes.
Inside the Holy Spirit Imperial Palace—
As usual, Bibi Dong was diligently handling documents, though her workload had significantly decreased compared to six months ago.
Suddenly, her hand paused mid-writing.
"What is this?"
She sensed a sudden surge in faith energy, leaving her baffled. Upon closer inspection, she realized it originated from the direction of the City of Slaughter—a place whose faith energy she had long drained dry. Her expression turned peculiar.
At this moment, Ye Wen returned, wearing a playful grin as he looked at Bibi Dong.
"How's that? Are you satisfied with the gift I prepared for you?"
Seeing Ye Wen enter, Bibi Dong forced a serene yet strained smile. Ye Wen casually pulled her into his arms.
"What a wonderful surprise. But can you tell me how you did it, Ah Wen?"
The current Bibi Dong was no longer the mad version of herself—she still harbored a significant amount of kindness within her heart.
The faith energy required to cultivate evil powers was inherently sinister, so Bibi Dong had refrained from taking action. The sudden surge in faith energy now made her worry that Ye Wen might have done something morally reprehensible.
In Bibi Dong's heart, Ye Wen was a beacon of righteousness. If he fell into darkness for her sake, it would weigh heavily on her conscience.
Ye Wen gently pinched Bibi Dong's sensitive ear and teased her.
"Why are you smiling so strained? Do you think I've done something bad? I'm not that foolish, silly girl."
Seeing Ye Wen's relaxed demeanor, Bibi Dong felt reassured. She then listened as Ye Wen explained the details of the City of Purgatory.
Bibi Dong's expression softened with satisfaction.
"This is exactly how it should be. Those scum getting off easy with death would have been far too merciful."
Bibi Dong had grown up as an orphan and often reflected on how, without her extraordinary talent, her fate might not have been much better than that of ordinary civilian soul masters.
Thus, she harbored a deep hatred for these criminals and corrupt nobles who didn't deserve to be called human.
After all, Bibi Dong now understood that beauty without strength was a woman's greatest tragedy.
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