A few days earlier...
Heavenly Prison.
Eighteenth Level.
Xian Kong obtained a thousand Spirit Stones and opened his mouth to devour them, instantly draining every trace of spiritual energy.
The lusterless bluestones scattered into powder.
"This breath of spiritual energy can sustain me for another hundred-odd years. Before my lifespan runs out and I pass away in meditation, if I cannot find a way out, then I'll surrender to the Celestial Court and be their dog. I can't let Sunken Sky Island's lineage be severed..."
As the current island lord, Xian Kong knew many secrets of the sect, such as the location of the demonic sect's holy land and the secret arts for contacting true demons of the upper realm.
The Celestial Court had not dared to slaughter the demonic sect completely, and its fear of the true demons of the upper realm was a major reason.
Several days passed.
Xian Kong suddenly sensed a faint breeze. The Heavenly Prison was layered with Formation Restrictions, and each cell was like an independent space. Wind could never blow in from outside.
Sweeping out with his divine sense, he discovered that the Formation Restrictions had fallen into disorder, splitting open an imperceptible crack.
"What is going on?"
Xian Kong was only puzzled for an instant before circulating his mana and transforming into an Escape Light, flying out through the crack.
The incomparably dense spiritual energy outside told Xian Kong that this was no illusion. He drew a deep breath, swallowing spiritual energy into his abdomen like a tornado and nourishing the dantian and meridians that had withered for centuries.
"Hehehe, are you that little fellow from Sunken Sky Island?"
A strange, affected voice came from beside him. Xian Kong swept over with his divine sense and saw an old man with crane-white