The dungeon was carved with formations. Completely cutting off World Vital Energy was naturally impossible, but the vital energy here was unimaginably thin.
Chen Fei had also placed restrictions on Tu Zaichuan. In such an environment, no matter how capable Tu Zaichuan was, he could not recover even a fraction of his injuries.
During the first few months, Tu Zaichuan feared that Chen Fei might kill him at any moment.
Only by extinguishing his heart and severing his nature, slaughtering every friend and relative around him, had Tu Zaichuan cultivated to his current realm. He did not want to die so easily.
Thus, Tu Zaichuan feared death. He was so frightened that he could not sleep or eat in peace.
After several months passed without Chen Fei appearing, Tu Zaichuan gradually calmed down and was no longer so terrified.
But as time went by, Tu Zaichuan began to think that Chen Fei intended to imprison him for the rest of his life, leaving him to slowly grow old and die in this dungeon.
Tu Zaichuan knew he was no good man. Thus, whenever he considered others' intentions, he always assumed the worst possible malice.
Tu Zaichuan was severely injured now, but he still had nearly three hundred years left before reaching the end of his lifespan.
If he had to remain in this dungeon for all three hundred years, unable to do anything, what meaning would such three hundred years have? It would even be an extreme form of torment.
Chen Fei glanced at Tu Zaichuan and placed him into the space within the Qian Yuan Sword.
Compared to a Universe Bag, the greatest feature of the space inside a spirit treasure was that it could store people.
Chen Fei stepped forward with his right foot, and ripples spread across