Torture

Ling Yun paused, a flash of bone-chilling coldness sweeping across the depths of his eyes as he straightened his black robes.

After a brief pause, he said, "Seal his cultivation and lock him away in the Restricted Land of the God Peak, the Ice Flame Cave."

East Divine Venerable nodded, feeling that this idea was pretty much in line with his own thoughts; it ought to be done this way. The decisive and merciless Supreme Emperor Lord of the past had returned.

The Ice Flame Cave was right beneath the God Peak, a place of extreme cold and extreme heat. That level of freezing and scorching would cause all prisoners to tremble in terror with numbness, acting practically as one of the ten severe tortures—half a day of extreme cold followed by half a day of extreme heat, making it unbearable for anyone.

The chilling, sparkling depths of Ling Yun's awe-inspiring and profound eyes carried a terrifying aura.

The several Divine Venerables found it somewhat unbearable, and together they asked, "Are there any other orders?"

"Tomorrow, subject him to the dripping blood punishment," Ling Yun said indifferently.

East Divine Venerable swallowed hard, thinking to himself that this was too cruel, right?

Even so, they still followed the arrangement. The dripping blood punishment meant piercing the index finger and bleeding continuously for ten days. That sensation was more agonizing than death, comparable to a thousand cuts.

Once matters were all assigned, Ling Yun left happily. When East Divine Venerable and the others later received news about the Heavenly Gate Continent, they beat their chests and stamped their feet in anger; they had repeatedly warned not to offend Master Xuan Kong, yet in the end, they had offended him anyway.

Striking while the iron was hot, they hurriedly went all out to