After crushing Yuan Guyuan once more, Li Qingyun did not immediately leave the Abyss Clan land.
Now that he held the upper hand, he had to vent the resentment in his heart properly.
He would also make the main lineage remember this blood-red day, carved into their bones forever!
Buzz!
The next moment, with black hair and Qingyi robes, he stepped out of thin air from the very lowest point of the Abyss Clan's hanging river of stars—the Abyss Bottom.
The river of stars in the Abyss Clan land appeared from the upper reaches of the cosmos by some unknown means. Every day, tens of thousands of embryonic Great Thousand Worlds flowed out from its source, passed through the entire Abyss Clan void, and finally returned to the Abyss Bottom, where they were discharged.
Where these embryonic Great Thousand Worlds went after being discharged had always been a mystery in Li Qingyun's heart.
Yet he had not come for that mystery today. He had come for the Heavenly Prison that Yuan Guyuan, that old bastard, was always shouting about.
Looking toward the end where the river of stars returned, he saw an enormous Ancient Stone Hall standing alone there, emanating an aura similar to that of the Mysterious Profound Stone Hall in Ancestor Land Heaven.
The embryonic Great Thousand Worlds, drifting up and down like stars, slid into the chaotic abyss behind that stone hall and vanished without a trace.
Li Qingyun's gaze fell upon the plaque of the ancient hall, where two characters were embossed: "Heavenly Prison!"
This was the Abyss Clan's Heavenly Prison, which he had heard about so much lately that his ears were growing calluses!
*Had this poor Daoist not possessed some backing, I would not be standing here so calmly right now. Yuan Gumo would