In the upper levels of Tianbei Prison were two areas. One belonged to the Prison-Suppressing King, while the other belonged to the Left Deputy Warden.
Zuo Ci, the deputy warden of the Regent's Manor, spent all year cultivating in the quiet chamber that belonged to him and rarely went outside. There was nothing to be done about it. Even the Prison-Suppressing King could occasionally leave Tianbei Prison and go out for a while, but he could not. Even if he wanted to leave, he could only send out an avatar during quieter times.
His true body was responsible for linking the Dao rhythm to Tianbei Prison. No matter what, he could not leave.
As time passed, Zuo Ci accepted this fate as well. From the day he took command of the Dao of Stalwart Defense, he should have expected it.
He wore a filthy Daoist robe as he sat cross-legged in the quiet chamber. His long hair hung down in a messy tangle, and his face was none too clean either—anyone imprisoned for more than a hundred years would not care much about appearances.
Zuo Ci had maintained this meditative posture for hundreds of days already. Everything should have been as usual.
Yet at that instant, he suddenly opened his eyes.
"You pulled me in without so much as a greeting. I nearly fell asleep." Zuo Ci spoke toward the empty space before him, though no one knew whom he was addressing. "You must be the Nightmare Demon King whose fame once shook the world? For this dream technique to invade my spiritual platform without a sound... truly terrifying beyond measure."
After a pause, a sinister laugh sounded from the empty space. "Hehehehe..."
As the laughter rang out, a mass of chaotic light suddenly lit up outside the quiet chamber.