A foul, rotten stench permeated the dim dungeon.
The faint light of the moon filtered through the small window high in the wall, barely illuminating this oppressive space.
The ground here was damp. Upon closer inspection, one could see moss covering the walls, while the icy stone bricks radiated waves of chill.
The iron-barred cell doors were tightly shut, covered in rust as though they were recounting the vicissitudes of time.
The prisoners huddled in the corners, their faces haggard and their eyes filled with despair and helplessness.
A rancid odor wafted from their bodies. Their clothes were tattered beyond recognition, blending into the sinister surroundings.
Silence filled the air. From time to time, the sound of water dripping from the ceiling could be heard, exceptionally piercing amid the stillness.
Faint, eerie whispers drifted from the depths of the dungeon, as though some evil presence lurked within.
Such a dungeon made one's hair stand on end and sent a chill down one's spine. It was the symbol of darkness and despair, devoid of even a trace of life or hope.
"Hall Master of Jishi Hall!"
"..."
"Hall Master of Jishi Hall!"
When the guards stationed at the dungeon saw Qin Jishi arrive, they regarded him with immense reverence.
Now, throughout the entire Black Fiend Realm, who did not know Qin Jishi's great name?
A Reincarnation Realm cultivator had defeated a Half-step Divine Origin Realm existence—what sort of strength was that?
They regarded him as their goal to strive toward.
Worship!
Reverence!
Qin Jishi nodded in response before heading into the depths of the dungeon.
As the cell door opened, Xu Hai sat inside with his hair hanging loose and disheveled.
Hearing the sound, Xu Hai glanced up, then lowered his head without saying a word.
He no longer possessed his