Is that a Wisp? Chapter 1171 – Abolition Tower

“Come in!” One of the men dragged Krune into the massive ship before slamming him shut into a cell of sorts. 

A bracelet was strapped onto his hands each as Krune sensed that the bracelet was a piece of equipment capable of absorbing Godly Energy. Through his Mental Energy, he determined that it was a piece of Nine Star Nascent God Realm equipment. 

It was enough to absorb the Godly Energy from everyone present in the infant supercontinent. It was unknown as to why they had created such a piece of equipment here, but Krune understood that the creators probably had a plan in mind. 

Of course, there was also the thought that by absorbing the Godly Energy from the cultivators they had captured, they would be able to fuel the ship to move through the void. That was another potential use for the bracelets. 

All along, when Krune was being dragged by one of the men, he used his Mental Energy to make himself lighter. Otherwise, if he actually remained in his natural state, the cultivator wouldn’t have been able to even cause him to budge. 

“Wait, stop! Why am I being imprisoned here?” Krune put on an act, taking on the role of a helpless victim as he grabbed hold of the bars of the prison cell.

“If you don’t want to die, stay there.” Snorting in disdain, the group of cultivators jeered before walking away.

After begging for a couple of minutes, Krune stopped, slumping on the wall in sadness, grief, wholly confused—that’s how he was acting. 

In reality, he was mapping out the place using his Sonic Radar, noticing that there were thousands of such prison cells in the ship. Most of them were filled with cultivators, all bound by the bracelets that absorbed all their Godly Energy. 

Some of them were wailing, some were shouting in anger, while the remaining calmed down soon after, beginning to look for a way to escape. 

“Damn these bandits!” One of the prisoners smacked the cell bars in anger, grumbling. “I shouldn’t have trusted them. Now, they’ll sacrifice me into that zone!”

“What zone?” The prisoner in the next cell turned around, asking in curiosity, wishing to mentally prepare himself. 

“Heh, what else? It’s the Principality of Precipice, otherwise called the Zone of Suffering,” the grumbling prisoner replied. “It’s one of the core regions of this infant supercontinent that has already finished forming. And now, there’s a certain species that have formed there naturally.”

“What species is that?” the other prisoner asked, his complexion turning pale.

“I don’t know much either. However, it’s said that this species is bloodthirsty in nature and can cause you to suffer enormously.” The grumbling prisoner expressed his anger as he continued. “But, since the place has already completed, there’s Godly Energy in there. In other words, we can cultivate. So, those bandits are planning to dump us all into that zone first to whittle down the enemies.”

“How are these pirates so strong?” Another prisoner that overhead their conversation shuddered, asking. “They have such an enormous ship here, countless equipment and a large number of cultivators under their command. Just who the hell can wield so much influence?”

“The Abolition Tower,” the grumbling prisoner quickly answered.

“The Abolition Tower!” The others that were silently listening to the conversation were unable to control their shock, exclaiming as a result. 

“The Abolition Tower…” Krune frowned, using his Sonic Radar to hear all the whispers throughout the cells as he slowly understood just what this organization was. 

It was a terrorist organization, one that didn’t have a main base of operation. However, they had tiny bases on numerous continents. 

Just the official estimate was in hundreds of continents. They were a behemoth of an organization whose motives were purely to pillage, murder, and wreak havoc everywhere. 

The members didn’t have any identification proof, code of conduct, or even any special godly abilities to prove themselves as members of this organization. 

They were your regular, day-to-day cultivators. Or, the best term to describe them was…sleeper cells. 

Until the day they were given orders, they would live as regular cultivators, raise families, and behave no different from the general populace. However, the moment their orders were given, it would be like a switch was flipped in their minds, taking on different personalities. 

They would turn into a different person entirely before committing violent acts of terrorism. It was unknown as to how orders were communicated to them. Even Primal Gods were unable to understand the cause or method used. 

But somehow, it was done. And the respective members of the Abolition Tower would take action immediately. The worst thing was how they could be anyone, your father, your mother, your wife, your brother or sister, or even your children. Anyone!

There had been countless cases where they had destroyed entire continents. They didn’t destroy the continent itself but rather killed all the cultivators living on it, causing the place to turn barren. 

And most of all, once they were done killing, they committed suicide. 

They were one of the most bizarre organizations to exist. 

Any organization, no matter how evil, would generally have a goal that they would strive towards. So, once their goal had been determined, defending against their schemes and tactics was possible to a certain extent. 

Depending on the scenario, it could also be used against them to cause their annihilation. 

Unfortunately, the Abolition Tower wasn’t like that. They had been around for thousands of years already. And until now, neither their goal nor their methods could be discovered.

And, hearing that they had been captured by a ship belonging to said organization frightened everyone. 

“Wait a second!” Suddenly, one of the cultivators could not help but yell out. “I have faced against members of the Abolition Tower once. They aren’t the types to make elaborate schemes. Rather, they would take action swiftly and be done with it. Capturing and making plans with the captures doesn’t conform to their usual actions.”

“You’re right on that one,” the grumbling prisoner said in response before laughing. “I was just joking with you.”

“Oh shit!” Realizing what was happening, the cultivators in the surrounding cells immediately sprang to their senses and bashed on the cells, shouting to be freed when the grumbling prisoner’s meridians suddenly coiled into a sphere, compressing itself to the limit before going beyond. 

It caused a reaction from within as his body was sucked into it, turning into a small white sphere that was condensed with countless destructing laws. And without any pause, it exploded.

Boom!