Heavenly Court, Heavenly Prison.
Inside a dim prison cell, the ragged Wu Jue was sitting in meditation. Within the Heavenly Prison, he could not draw in qi to cultivate, but he would review his past cultivation over and over, using it to comprehend the Dao.
Boom—
A tremendous crash came from outside the cell door, and the walls trembled with it.
Wu Jue opened his eyes, and his murky gaze swiftly became clear. Doubt showed in his eyes.
He had been thrown into the Heavenly Prison for so many years, yet this was the first time he had encountered such a commotion.
How solid was the Heavenly Prison? How could it shake?
Could someone have forced their way in?
Wu Jue had also heard many legends about the Heavenly Prison.
From ancient times to the present, aside from Chaos beings, every demon, fiend, ghost, or monster that forced its way into the Heavenly Court had come for the Heavenly Prison, because someone they cared about was imprisoned here. And in the end, they too would be thrown into the Heavenly Prison.
The Heavenly Prison was very deep. Even the Immortal Gods did not know how many levels there were below. The higher one's cultivation, the deeper one was locked away.
Wu Jue was not happy about someone breaking into the prison, because what he had committed was not some monstrous crime that towered to the heavens. He still had a chance to get out.
If he truly escaped, then his days from then on would be miserable. He would face the Heavenly Court's endless pursuit.
As Wu Jue thought this, he began waiting to see what would happen next.
Outside the cell door was pitch-black. He could not make out the figures of the guards, nor could he see the