Great Sound is Silent, Slaughter Without Restraint

"What the hell is this lowly rogue cultivator doing?!"

Amid the Daoist Soldiers, the purple-robed cultivator saw this scene and frowned.

Yet he gave it no further thought. These lowly rogue cultivators only knew how to fight and kill, charging about blindly. They had no brains at all—how could they understand the profound cultivation arts, systems, regulations, and noble bloodline mysteries of the immortal sects?

What he was doing now was merely the desperate struggle of a trapped beast.

After all, he had plotted this operation for a long time and made layer upon layer of preparations. There was no way an accident could occur.

When he had first heard that Lin Chen, despite being a rogue cultivator, had become renowned at the Flying Boat Sea Market and was suspected of possessing some enormous secret, malicious intentions had arisen within him.

However, Lin Chen was suspected of having caught the eye of the Divine Firmament Gang Law Dao, and quite a few others were watching him as well, so he had no choice but to employ other methods.

First, using the decree of his Nascent Soul master, he had taken away some of the cultivators trapped in eternal ice at the Flying Boat Sea Market under the pretext of investigation. Then, he had sent the frozen and slumbering Lin Chen into this Cliff Abyss.

This Cliff Abyss was one of Penglai Island's Dark Division prisons, usually used to imprison and torture rogue cultivators, demons, devils, and enemies of the Dao.

At times, the prison would even sink into the Spirit Transmutation Dao Domain, Nether Prison, serving as nourishment for the half-mad Nether Prison Daoist to harvest sanity and recover. Only after some time would it surface again.

If Lin Chen died in the Nether Prison after being thrown in here,