Su Qinghan arrived at the Long Street outside the Divine Capital Heavenly Prison at dawn.
She stood at the end of the street, her gaze sweeping over the sprawling cluster of buildings around her, her fingers unconsciously tightening around her fly whisk.
The presence here completely defied her understanding of mortal prisons.
Although ordinary bluestone slabs paved the ground, she could clearly sense a formidable, heart-quaking law surging beneath them.
With every step forward, the invisible pressure grew heavier.
It was as though the entire earth were a living net, greedily scrutinizing her, an outsider.
Su Qinghan drew a deep breath, suppressed her discomfort, and followed the stone path to the Heavenly Prison's towering outer gate.
She raised her head and immediately saw the trophies hanging atop two thirty-foot iron flagpoles.
They were the Heaven Devouring Hou's enormous dark-gray horn and the rusty armor helmet left behind by a Half-step Dharma Aspect expert.
These two objects slowly revolved in the morning breeze, radiating a heavy, savage Sha Qi, as though issuing a silent warning to everyone who approached.
Su Qinghan's Dao Heart stalled for a moment.
An ancient variant of the Heaven Devouring Hou's caliber was a calamity that would require several elders of the Dao Sect's Taishang Palace to form an array merely to hold their own.
Yet here, its horn had simply been chained up as a display to boast about.
The Heavenly Prison's Black Iron Gate slowly opened from within.
Li Mingyue emerged in an unmarked black combat outfit, carrying a long saber newly forged from Hou bone.
She looked at Su Qinghan's moon-white Daoist robe, not a trace of unnecessary emotion stirring in her eyes.
"Someone from the Dao Sect."
Li Mingyue's voice was as cold as a stone without warmth.
"The boss has been waiting