Needlework

Chen Ping'an sat on the steps, rolled up his trouser legs, took off his boots, and placed them inside the White Jade Spatial Artifact.

Of the other Two-Inch Objects, the one Yan Ming had lent him had already been sent to the Pill Workshop for an expert to repair. The remaining Daoist Token Inch Object had been traded from Sparrow Mansion's Mansion Lord Sun Qing for the Ceiling Well, earning him an additional thirty Valley Rain Coins in the bargain. If all merchants under heaven were as forthright as Sparrow Mansion, Chen Ping'an would have no complaints even if he had to carry a whole Ceiling Well on his back while fleeing. Of course, if a residence could be refined into a miniature landscape like Spring Banner Studio or Plum Garden, the more the merrier.

That Inch Object which had some connection to Sun Daoren of Azure Sky World had already been entrusted to A Liang for delivery to the Daoist Sage.

As for the Inch Object currently on Chen Ping'an's person, after making a trip to Jingjian Pavilion and gathering all the hanging portraits of Sword Immortals, the Old Great Sword Immortal had demanded it from him. When it was returned, a secret restriction had been placed on it. Even Chen Ping'an, its owner, could not open it. He had no idea what medicine the Old Great Sword Immortal was selling in his gourd.

Chen Ping'an walked alone along the veritable "divine path" beneath his feet toward the bottom of the prison, gently rolling up his sleeves.

The Human Body Small World; heaven and earth, the greater human body.

This saying truly could not be dismissed as merely a broad Daoist expression.

This nameless prison held seventy Demon Race Cultivators in total, including six Upper Five Realms Great Demons.