Heavenly Prison.
The clamor of the past was now only the past.
Between the gray towers on either side stood nothing but a slender figure.
The silent, grim, oppressive Heavenly Prison held not a single sound.
Bai Yujun had rarely eaten her fill. Yes, that was right—the noisy Heavenly Prison had endured its darkest era. Most prisoners brimming with Qi and Blood had been roasted by dragon flame and devoured. The demons and Ghostly Entities that tasted bad had been slapped to death along the way. Those who dared make a fuss were either slapped dead or eaten. At this very moment, it was so quiet that echoes could be heard.
Most of the cells in the endless gray towers had been emptied. The surviving prisoners huddled trembling in corners, not daring to make a peep.
Only a certain divine beast who called herself a tyrant could intimidate the fiercest villains of all worlds by herself.
After standing there for a long while, Bai Yujun shrugged and sneered.
"This is what the Heavenly Prison should look like."
But how was she supposed to find someone?
The gray prison cells on both sides stretched beyond sight, and she had no clue where to begin.
Suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she spotted a mortal curled up in a corner and shivering. To be captured and brought into the Heavenly Prison with a mortal body, he had to be an exceptionally vicious criminal at the very least.
Inside the cell, the trembling prisoner heard footsteps drawing closer...
His terror had tightened and numbed his back. His heart raced, his breathing came fast, and scenes of the evil dragon devouring flesh and blood filled his mind...
Slowly, the footsteps stopped before him.
Trembling, he cautiously and slowly raised his head, his gaze