Fallen Immortal Dream Realm.
Imperial Prison.
Pushing open the massive doors carved with Bi'an's head, they entered a small hall. Ox-fat torches burned along the walls, and all sorts of instruments of torture stood on the wooden racks around them. Purple-red stains covered them, and a rancid, bloody stench filled the air.
The roaring flames drove away the darkness inside the doorway, illuminating the neat but gloomy surroundings.
Beyond the hall, past layer upon layer of locked doors, lay a long, narrow passage. Cells lined either side of it.
"Thud, thud, thud..."
The patter of rain gradually faded into the distance.
Accompanied by the unhurried sound of footsteps, Luan Jiaoqing, Luo Du, Zuo Jingxing, and the Qingyao Great Demon walked through the empty Imperial Prison. Their Spiritual Senses swept over the place, but they found no living beings, and a flicker of puzzlement crossed their minds.
The prison looked normal enough from the outside. Why were there neither prisoners nor guards inside?
It was truly strange...
Still, they had come only to wait for the "Yan" Immortal to appear. Whatever was wrong with the prison had nothing to do with them.
"Everyone, if that 'Yan' Immortal happens to have a star chart of the nearby void, that would be ideal," Luan Jiaoqing said as they walked. "But if he doesn't, we'll have to gather clues elsewhere."
"Do any of you have thoughts on that?"
Zuo Jingxing said gravely, "We've only just arrived, and we know far too little about this Lesser World. Whether or not that 'Yan' Immortal has a star chart, he has made a name for himself here, and even the imperial prison has become a place where people offer sacrifices to him. That shows his standing and knowledge are among the finest in this world."
"When the