The On-Duty Roaming Gods who went out had to return to the Ninth Prison before dawn... Once the appointed hour passed, the prison gates would close.
What would happen if they could not get in?
Obviously, it would count as one day of absence, cancel their year-end assessment bonus, and earn them a day of steaming in the sun's power.
The first ray of dawn had already pierced the earth. A massive ghost gate, towering dozens of yards above the ground, was rapidly closing.
Hundreds of Roaming Gods were rushing back in the distance... Missing out on the assessment bonus was no big deal, but the sun's power sauna was absolutely out of the question—it was like swallowing poison for Roaming Gods who cultivated the Ninth Prison's unique secret arts.
At last, the final person barely made it in time and rushed through the ghost gate. The instant the first ray of sunlight struck the gate, it had completely closed.
The massive, heavy ghost gate slowly sank at that moment, finally disappearing into the earth. The land around it had already become barren, with not a blade of grass growing there.
Entering through the ghost gate was like stepping into another world.
This place was likewise filled with extremely dense Heaven and Earth Vital Energy—but it was not spiritual energy, but yin energy. An ordinary person would lose several years of their life from one breath of it. Only those who had cultivated the prison's secret arts could move freely here.
The sky was gloomy, and the entire world seemed to be covered by a filter from the underworld.
A certain black Roaming God looked up and glanced around before unconsciously tightening his collar... No matter how many times he came to the Ninth Prison, it always felt bitterly