The wooden tube was not made from just any wood. It was a Dragon Punishment Pillar made from juluo tree forks, divine bone, and other materials. A few months earlier, He Lingchuan had lacked the proper components, so he had only managed to produce a beggar’s-edition finished product.

But a Dragon Punishment Pillar was still a Dragon Punishment Pillar. As long as it could absorb nightmare qi, it was the real thing.

Now, within the transparent glass—or perhaps resin—set into the middle section of the wooden tube, a small amount of pale red liquid had gathered. At times, it flowed; at others, it shifted into red mist.

After Li Qingge’s subordinates returned from Wan’ge Swamp, they had returned this Dragon Punishment Pillar to He Lingchuan.

The cicada disaster truly had devastated the creatures of Wan’ge Swamp and the surrounding forest, so the Dragon Punishment Pillar had...