The Origins of Their Parents

Meanwhile, within a heavily guarded heavenly prison somewhere in the Immortal Realm.

No daylight could be seen here.

The heavenly prison lay in utter darkness, as though even light itself had been devoured by this space. A decayed, icy aura filled the surroundings, like the depths of an ancient tomb that had not been opened for tens of thousands of years, or the disorderly void from when chaos had first begun.

At the heart of this darkness stood a cage.

It was an unimaginably enormous iron prison, formed from black iron pillars as thick as bowls. Every pillar was engraved with densely packed ancient runes. Those runes were not still; they slowly wriggled across the pillars like living creatures, radiating a dim, obscure glow, like countless sleeping eyes opening and closing within the darkness. The top of the iron prison vanished into endless blackness, with no end in sight, as though this cage led directly to the Nine Netherworlds.

Within the cage, two figures lay quietly.

After an unknown amount of time, Lu Changsheng's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes.

Before him was darkness so dense it could not be dissolved. He instinctively tried to circulate his spiritual power, only to discover that his meridians seemed sealed by invisible shackles. His spiritual power was as sluggish as solidified amber, utterly unable to flow smoothly. Struggling to sit up, he pressed his back against an iron pillar that was cold enough to pierce the bone. The chill seeped through his clothes and into his marrow, making him shudder.

"Brother..."

A voice as faint as a mosquito's buzz came from beside him, filled with alarm and trembling. Lu Changsheng turned and saw that Lin Qingxuan had awakened as well. She was curled up in the corner of the iron