Infinity: Kill your way through the movie world.

Unbeknownst to Sam and Dean, Wu Heng had already raised his head the instant the gates of Heaven closed.

He was currently on the sixth basement level of the command center. There were no mechanical instruments here; it was the lowest level of the guild's underground vault, and beneath his feet were stone slabs engraved with ancient runes.

Wu Heng raised his head very lightly, as if he had only been startled by a slight gust of wind, but a sharp glint flashed in his usually calm eyes.

He 'heard' it.

That wasn't a sound; it was something deeper.

The muffled sound that reverberates through all levels when some vast, ancient, and eternal place is forcibly closed together.

It is the silent lament of when the power of rules is distorted and the bonds are severed.

The air trembled, the ground trembled, and even the ancient creations sealed deep within the secret vault resonated faintly.

Heaven has been completely shut down.

It's not hidden away, nor is it silent; it's like a welded-together iron gate, completely isolating the inside from the outside.

Almost as soon as he sensed it, Wu Heng raised his left hand.

On the balancing glove, a gray halo representing the 'Antichrist Power' lit up first, followed by the intertwining and rotating red of war, black of famine, and green of plague.

He didn't use any complicated spells or magic circles; he simply spread his five fingers towards the seemingly solid wall of the secret vault in front of him and then pulled inward!
The wall resembled water rippled with pebbles, creating an unstable pattern of gray, white and dark red.

At the center of the ripples, the scene suddenly changes.

It was no longer the passageway to the secret vault, but a vortex scene that defied description.

It was filled with a wild, golden-blue intertwined light and mist, which rolled, roared, and tore at each other, as if boiled and then spilled out, a mixture of pain, molten gold, and poisonous blood.

A violent surge of energy rushed in from the breach, carrying scorching heat and biting cold, along with countless tiny, fragmented murmurs that sounded like the fall and death of billions of living beings.

Chaos and terror.

The scene presented here is the outside of the forcibly closed gates of heaven, an energy ruin formed by the brutal expulsion, tearing, and scattering of the angelic primordial power that should have returned or dissipated in an orderly manner.

Wu Heng stepped inside.

The turbulent currents instantly swallowed his figure, and the raging energy lashed at his protective force field like countless barbed whips, emitting a sizzling burning sound.

But his body was as steady as a mountain, and the gray-white primal light on his balancing gloves steadily created a spherical space with a radius of about two meters, isolating all the violent energy from the outside.

His eyes shone brightly as he quickly scanned the chaotic ocean.

The energy concentration was astonishingly high, but extremely unstable, and contaminated by a large amount of residual consciousness of pain, despair, and anger, making it violent and dangerous.

However, the pure angelic essence at the core, which has not yet been completely corrupted, still shimmers with an alluring golden luster.

There was no time to hesitate, nor time to slowly guide and purify.

Wu Heng pressed his hands together in front of him, and the balancing gloves shone brightly.

Beneath his feet, grayish-white light spread out like living vines, quickly outlining an extremely complex circular magic circle pattern with a diameter of over ten meters amidst the raging energy waves.

The magic circle's lines are precise and stable, its patterns ancient, radiating a powerful aura of absorption and stability.

"Spirit Locking and Returning to Origin Incantation Array, Converge."

He gave a low shout, and the last rune was completed.

The entire spell array suddenly began to operate! It was as if a huge, invisible vortex funnel had been thrown into this raging sea of ​​energy.

The churning, roaring golden and blue energies around them, whether they were the relatively pure golden essence or the polluted energy mixed with painful blue light, were all pulled by an irresistible suction force and rushed madly toward the center of the magic array!
The center of the magic circle shone brightly, like a miniature sun.

The surging, violent energy, under the transformation and compression of the magic array structure, emitted a teeth-grinding squeezing sound and an energy-refining hum.

Impurities—those blue remnants of pain and chaotic fragments of consciousness—are constantly being forcibly stripped away, rejected, and annihilated by the gray-white force of balance.

The remaining pure golden energy began to condense and solidify under immense pressure.

The process was far from peaceful.

The remnants of pain, stripped away and annihilated, emitted unwilling screams, coalescing into blurry, distorted blue faces that frantically assaulted the edge of the spell array, attempting to backfire.

Occasionally, exceptionally large energy clusters would go out of control during compression, exploding like wild horses, with golden lightning and blue ice spikes shooting everywhere.

Wu Heng didn't even frown.

His hands were like the most precise control instruments, sometimes clenching his fingers to increase the suction and pressure of the magic array; sometimes pointing his fingers in the air, shooting out beams of gray-white black energy mixed with green light, which were either plague-induced or famine-induced, precisely hitting those rampaging energy cores, forcibly disintegrating and calming them, and reintegrating them into the tempering process.

His movements were steady, efficient, and without any unnecessary actions.

Sweat seeped from his forehead, but was instantly evaporated by the surrounding heat.

The light emanating from the balancing gloves remained constant, but its speed of movement was so fast that it almost formed a continuous halo.

Time loses its meaning here.

Ten minutes may have passed, or an hour may have passed.

As the last, relatively large stream of golden-blue energy was drawn into the spell array, the refining hum gradually became steady and deep, and the dazzling light at the center of the array began to subside.

The results inside were revealed.

It was no longer scattered energy, but a full 19,800... crystals.

They floated in the center of the magic circle, each about the size of a thumbnail, with a warm and translucent dark gold color. Inside, there seemed to be a liquid-like radiance flowing slowly, emitting pure and stable energy fluctuations.

This is a highly compressed and purified angelic primordial energy crystal core.

With a wave of his hand, Wu Heng summoned a specially made metal box, which had been prepared beforehand and had countless stabilizing runes engraved inside, to appear in front of him.

As the lid opened, 19,800 crystal cores, as if guided, flew into their respective slots in an orderly fashion, making a soft, pleasant clattering sound.

But this is not the end.

Wu Heng did not rest, nor did he even glance at the crystal cores.

He then sat cross-legged on the edge of the magic circle, which had not yet completely dissipated, with the metal box floating in front of him.

He closed his eyes, placed his hands lightly on either side of the box, and shifted the light on his gloves to a more restrained frequency, more focused on fusion and transformation.

Alchemy, begin.

This is not the traditional refining process, but rather using his own power as the furnace and the rules of balance as the fire to refine and endow these solid energies with deeper properties.

Each crystal core trembled slightly under his guidance, its internal structure further optimized, and its energy activity adjusted to be most suitable for biological absorption and utilization. (End of Chapter)