Several dozen 'saints' stood in neat ranks, their heads translucent, faint golden fluid flowing through their pale-gold brains. Though they possessed only high-level Saint Master strength, the aura they exuded was even more formidable than that of demigods. Leading a large contingent of heavily armored fanatics, they came out to receive him with utmost reverence. They approached Lin Qi cautiously, yet dared not speak, merely dropping respectfully to their knees.
With his hands behind his back, Lin Qi gazed over the surrounding scenery and suddenly let out a long, faint sigh.
This was Black Abyss Divine Prison. Lin Qi had spent an unforgettable stretch of time here. Here, he had struggled, despaired, wailed, and wept bitterly. Yet in the end, he had endured—and with Jiawu's methods, he had successfully escaped this place.
Back then, Lin Qi had been weak, so weak that he could scarcely be said to possess any strength at all. When he had been forcibly sent here, he had been utterly unable to see through this place's mysteries. But today, as divine light swept from his eyes across the surroundings, he had already pierced its secrets. This was a volcanic island, one whose area rivaled that of a small continent. Judging by the sun's position in the sky, this volcanic island ought to be not far from the Odin Icefield. In other words, it lay in the far north.
Around the island, an immense divine formation shrouded the void, twisting space and completely isolating this volcanic island from the outside world. Unless one possessed the means of a god, passed through the Temple of Punishment's teleportation magic formation, or used divine arts for fixed-point teleportation, no one could set foot on this volcanic island. Turning this volcanic island into a divine prison was indeed extraordinarily safe and