Divine Prison.
When Sigod Yang first came to Divine Tomb Seat, he had visited this place once.
Now, the situation in Divine Tomb Seat had changed dramatically. Some of the various factions had died, while others had fled.
Behind Sigod Yang, the Tianyu Temple officers led by Gongshu Ce stood before the Divine Prison, which spewed dark nebulae. Their faces were all slightly pale, and they were clearly nervous.
It was hard for them not to be nervous. After all, even a Temple Assistant had died inside last time.
Fortunately, this time, Sigod Yang—unfathomable and rumored to have surpassed a Tianyu High Minister in combat power—would personally enter. With such a pillar to lean on, they could feel somewhat more at ease.
"Across all of Divine Tomb Seat, there are not many places where one can truly hide for long. The possibility of this Divine Prison is still quite high..." Gongshu Ce said softly.
"Enter!"
Sigod Yang said no more. With a sweep of his hand, he led this group from Tianyu Temple inside, blasting apart the dark chaotic nebulae as they charged in.
Within the Divine Prison, the dark storms became even more pronounced, as though they had entered a black sea. From its deepest reaches came the roars of countless beasts, mingling with the sounds of the storm in incomparably violent waves.
Logically, this group of Primordial Chaos Clan members from Tai Yu should not have felt intimidated by such an environment. To them, this was a barren world... but there was no helping it. Their colleagues had died here, and instinctively, they were afraid.
Suddenly!
Before them appeared an incomparably blazing radiance, as though a sun had risen within the darkness, illuminating this dark chaotic world.
It was Sigod Yang's body!
"Follow."
He turned back and cast