Dead Sea, tenth level.
Stepping out of the Pure Water Vortex, Feng Zhongzui felt he had come to the wrong place.
The pure water here no longer merely glimmered with black light; it had become pure black.
Entering it was like stepping into eternal night, standing within a flowing, icy Night Curtain.
The dim, lightless, oppressive environment had already begun to make one's heart palpitate.
But when he looked around and barely made out his surroundings, something even more astonishing appeared.
"Where are the cells?"
The Blackstone Prisons that had stood in neat rows within the pure water on the previous levels had now completely vanished.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of black water.
There were no barriers at all, seemingly not even any divisions. It was as though the prisoners here could simply be thrown together in one heap.
"The tenth level of the Dead Sea has no cells? They're all free-range?"
Feng Zhongzui was utterly thrown off, to the point that even a potentially offensive term like "free-range" slipped out.
The moment he spoke, he spotted an old man in prison garb, already past fifty, drifting over from afar through the darkness.
The man was highly alert.
The instant he saw the Holy Mountain Refugee Group, he stopped.
He had clearly heard Feng Zhongzui's words, yet he was not angry at all. Instead, his face displayed the expression of someone who knew better than to provoke them.
After all, a small group this large had suddenly appeared on the tenth level, each dressed in splendid clothing. Something was clearly wrong.
Here, everyone had a strong sense of territory and would not casually cross boundaries.
So I was the one who crossed the boundary... The old man hurried away without