Bang~
The guard watching over the prison glanced at the token in Fang Yun's palm, respectfully stepped back, and waved open the prison gates.
Fang Yun put away the token and walked toward the prison at an unhurried pace.
"My lord, those held within the prison are all vicious criminals. Though their cultivation has been suppressed by the prison, you must not be swayed by their deception..."
Seeing Fang Yun step through the prison entrance, a guard clad in black armor offered a quiet warning.
Fang Yun paused, gave a slight nod, and entered the prison.
Dim, gloomy, endless low hills, the stench of blood, and strange howls.
The moment Fang Yun entered the prison, a rotten, decaying stench washed over him, enough to make one retch.
Faintly, he seemed able to feel an incomparably deep malice bearing down on him.
Marquis Sifang had held his title for hundreds of thousands of years. No one knew how many prisoners this prison had held, nor how many had died within it.
The malice accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years would drive anyone who remained here for long into madness.
Thus, the prison's exterior was heavily guarded, while no one was stationed inside.
Of course, there was no need for guards within the prison. Over these hundreds of thousands of years, not a single prisoner who escaped had broken out by their own power.
"Cackle, cackle! Another newcomer?"
"Newcomer, welcome to hell!"
"Hell? No, no, no. Compared to this place, even hell is the most beautiful paradise!"
Amid cackles like the cries of night owls, rotten figures crawled out from the low hills that resembled burial mounds.
They watched Fang Yun, who seemed utterly out of place in the prison.
"A pack of walking corpses. Lowly, venomous creatures."
Fang Yun flicked