Seven days in these deathly still ruins of the void passed in no more than a snap of the fingers.
There was no sun or moon in this world, no dawn or dusk, only boundless gray chaos.
In a hidden blind spot half an hour's travel through the Void Domain from the Spirit Pool, five figures floated silently.
Five mottled, ancient stone pillars stood rooted in the void, their surfaces covered in densely packed ancient runes that shimmered with a dim glow of confinement.
The five captives were bound fast to the pillars with their limbs spread wide. Pitch-black immortal ropes wound around them layer upon layer, locking down every limb and bone and completely sealing the circulation of spiritual energy throughout their bodies.
Not only that, dark, inscribed nails had been driven into all their major acupoints, their sharp tips buried in flesh, suppressing and locking down the pathways of their souls.
A starkly simple yet overbearing entrapment-and-killing array spread beneath their feet. A pale gray barrier enveloped the five, constantly tightening and pressing inward, sealing off every possibility of escape or drawing upon outside strength.
A yellow talisman strip covered each captive's mouth and nose, its runes frozen in place, completely sealing their ability to speak.
They were all personnel from the Central Army Camp, some Other Shore Realm servants, others relatively weak Saint Tier cultivators.
Yet now, beneath layer upon layer of restrictions, their Origin Power had congealed, and their souls were pressed into still, dormant submission. They had not even a shred of strength left to struggle.
Even more thorough was the way they had been dressed.
All five were wrapped from head to toe in heavy, dark enchanted robes.
These robes were no ordinary objects. They could completely block divine sense probes, concealing not only