Sheng Yang City was a vast city guarded by a god. It spanned a thousand li, with countless living beings passing in and out. Yet atop its walls hung over a thousand cages, each sealed by layers of restrictions.
Inside the cages, creatures of every kind had revealed their true forms. They roared and suffered without cease, unable to struggle. Their clavicles were pierced by God Rule Chains, and along those chains, their vital essence and blood were continuously drawn away to replenish the consumption of Sheng Yang City's formations.
Their wails never ceased, day or night, piercing the heavens. This was the most horrifying punishment. They could not even die, and could only contribute their essence and blood generation after generation, forever and ever, until the day they finally perished.
"Who are these people? They were captured and tortured like this—they can neither live nor die!" an outsider who did not understand the situation asked.
"You must be new here. You don't even know this? These people used to belong to Qingtian Fortress and Flying Cloud Fortress. Their Fortress Lords offended our City Lord, so now they must suffer here day and night!" someone explained.
The outsider could not help drawing a cold breath. Sheng Yang City's City Lord was undoubtedly a god, but the Fortress Lords of Flying Cloud Fortress and Qingtian Fortress were no small figures either. They were god-level existences, like celestial beings in the sky to ordinary people.
It was like an ordinary commoner somehow offending a big shot from the Central Political Bureau. Never mind whether one dared to offend them—at that level, one would need the chance to offend them in the first place.
Could someone truly offend such a great figure merely because they wanted to?
"What heaven-incurring, people-wrath-provoking deed did their