The Boundary Prison had never been a tangible jail.
As Qin He stepped through the black door covered in Order Runes, he felt the space around him abruptly twist.
The gale wind no longer carried the solemnity of the Divine Court. Instead, it wrapped him in a bone-piercing chill. As it scraped his skin, the pain was not in his flesh, but a sensation of laws tearing straight through his soul.
This was the Boundary Prison's unique space law, trapping the uncanny auras of all the heavens and myriad worlds within this Chaos Land.
There were no cell walls, no iron bars to confine him. As far as he could see, there was nothing but gray, hazy nothingness.
Beneath his feet lay deathly aura condensed into solid form. Every step brought a crisp crack as it shattered, as though he were treading on dry bones.
In the distance, he could vaguely make out enormous shadows writhing. They were strange creatures the Divine Court had captured from across the heavens. Some were covered in bone spikes; others had bodies that were half ethereal, half solid. Heavier Order Divine Chains locked them deep within the nothingness, and they occasionally let out a low roar.
The gold-armored cultivator escorting Qin He did not stop until they reached a dead tree.
The dead tree was exceedingly bizarre. Its trunk and branches twisted like ghostly claws, its bare limbs pointing straight at the gray sky. Its bark was dark black, seeping dark red sap that instantly corroded tiny, closely packed holes into the ground of condensed deathly aura.
Faint gray laws lingered around the dead tree, clashing with the golden radiance of the Order Divine Chains, yet maintaining an eerie balance.
"This will be your cage. Behave yourself. If you dare make any suspicious move,