Chen Qing carried out his patrol duties, making sure every cell was intact.
The entire process was calm and uneventful. He heard neither roars nor curses, as though all these Stone Chambers were empty.
"Though the Killing Intent here is gloomy and vicious, it is also a form of tempering for those who cultivate body-refining Hard Gong."
After completing a round of inspection, Chen Qing sat cross-legged near the entrance to the first level.
Killing Intent surged toward him as the Eight Extremes Vajra Body circulated within Chen Qing.
In an instant, the Qi and Blood throughout his body boiled like a furnace between heaven and earth. The moment the Killing Intent touched him, it was swallowed and refined.
At noon, a designated menial disciple came down carrying a food box. He cupped his fists toward Chen Qing, then silently went from cell to cell, passing meals through the holes beneath the stone doors.
About half an hour later, someone would come to collect the bowls and chopsticks.
The entire process was orderly.
Chen Qing watched coldly, secretly pondering, The identities of those imprisoned here must be far from simple. If they were ordinary criminals or useless people, Tianbao Supreme Sect could simply kill them. Why go through all the trouble of imprisoning them and supplying them with food every day?
Rather than killing them, they spend resources keeping them alive. There are only two possibilities: either they are useful, or Tianbao Supreme Sect wishes to squeeze something out of them. The other possibility is that they cannot be killed...
Over the next several hours, Chen Qing did not see Master Qiku again.
At dusk, footsteps once more sounded in the corridor outside. They were far steadier and more forceful than those of the menial disciple who delivered meals.
Soon,