Nether Prison

The walls around them, once smooth, now bulged with shapes resembling mutilated corpses. Then blood began seeping out without end.

It grew greater and denser. In less than a few breaths, the ceiling was blanketed in a sheet of blood that sent chills down the spine.

"Drip! Drip!"

The blood was thick as it continuously dripped down, staining the entire floor red and giving off a fetid, pungent stench.

Uneven outlines slowly rose from the viscous surface of blood, like corpses bobbing within it.

"An illusion, a Dao Domain? No, not only that..."

Lin Chen's expression changed slightly. His divine sense, transformed to the Nascent Soul level, swiftly swept across the surroundings. The walls, the blood, the door—everything was so real, without the slightest trace of falsehood.

Clearly, this was not an illusion, nor was it merely a Nascent Soul Dao Domain.

What Nascent Soul Cultivators comprehended and controlled was the information within spiritual energy. Their Dao Domains were all fantastical things condensed from great mana upon a foundation of reality.

Like the boundless mirror images he had encountered aboard the ship, the Starlight Divine Water that drifted down from the sky, the boundless sea of flames that filled the Azure Cloud mountains...

At their core, they were all things evolved from spiritual energy. Though they could affect reality through their power, they could not alter what already existed.

Simply put, it was like projecting a hologram onto a barren mountain. Countless tourists could immerse themselves in it, and at most leave behind many footprints or damage the terrain, but they could not truly turn the barren mountain into an amusement park.

But the situation before him was different. Through Lin Chen's divine sense, the walls of this building—which should have been formed from obsidian—had now transformed into some kind