"Don't disturb it?"
What exactly was sleeping or being nurtured at the bottom of this Black Prison Heavenly Prison?
After Meng Qi realized that Liu Luo knew nothing either, he turned his gaze toward Ghost Emperor Cheng Tang, drifting in midair. He looked past the scattered ghostly flames around him and into the deepest darkness, where something was taking hazy shape. Crimson gold, orange, green, and other colors seemed to surge up from the bottom.
"What are we not to disturb?" After a moment's thought, he asked bluntly.
Blurry Dao Patterns stood out between Cheng Tang's brows. His eyes were stern, with a hint of murderous intent, as he rasped:
"This has nothing to do with you. Leave at once, or don't blame me for showing no mercy."
His voice wasn't loud, yet it sounded like muffled thunder directly in Meng Qi and Liu Luo's hearts, making them involuntarily feel a desire to bow and submit. Even the numinous light of their true nature was shaken, rippling unsteadily, and their control over their Dao Bodies was suddenly weakened.
Cheng Tang had founded the Shang Dynasty, opposed the heavens, and claimed the title of emperor. Though he had been suppressed for hundreds of thousands of years, some of his former might and imperial aura still remained. At his anger, heaven and earth trembled; at his shout, all living beings bowed!
Faced with this familiar enemy, Nine Heavens Xuan Nü Liu Luo was exceedingly cautious. She was about to communicate with Meng Qi in secret when she heard him speak clearly:
"Since the Zhou replaced the Shang, countless ages have passed. The emperor was imprisoned here, with no conditions for sleeping or other means of evading the passage of time. He should have long since reached the end of his lifespan, his