Just as the Great Yu cultivators cheered, celebrating Guanshan Hai's victory and the support he had given them, while the Great Qian cultivators seethed with humiliation and Prison Peak boiled over in an uproar...
Lu Yang silently appeared, and both sides fell quiet at once, too afraid to say another word.
Then Senior Sister followed behind him. The prisoners on Prison Peak lowered their heads in terror, not daring to meet Lu Yang's eyes for fear that this calamity star would set his sights on them.
Thanks to Lu Yang, they got to enjoy exceptionally luxurious medicinal meals every day—and then have their blood drained.
"Why is it so quiet?"
Lu Yang had heard the prisoners carrying on outside, making quite a racket. But the moment he stepped inside, they fell silent, as if what he'd heard had been a trick of the ear.
Never mind. It was a small matter. He'd leave it alone.
Lu Yang opened the prison door holding the Thunder God Lord, raised the pitch-black ancient ring, and with a flash of black light, the ring drew the Thunder God Lord inside.
Lu Yang and Yun Zhi entered the ring one after the other, leaving the prisoners staring at each other in bewilderment.
The Ask Dao Sect had never gone into a ring to interrogate people before, had it?
Guanshan Hai silently watched the pitch-black ancient ring. By instinct, he felt that it was no ordinary artifact.
He wasn't skilled in artifact refining, but Wu Yao was. The Greenedge Sword, after all, had been forged by Wu Yao.
Was this ancient ring an immortal artifact?
Who had forged it? Could it have been the legendary Ying Tian Immortal?
Inside the ancient ring's pocket world, Lu Yang was just about to say something—perhaps, "Confess and you'll be