Deep within the Dragon Court lies the Celestial Dragon Prison.
This is a pure white, empty space, transformed from a former small world.
But this so-called nothingness is not, in essence, the nothingness of the Black Domain Void in the traditional sense, but rather originates from a legendary race that was wiped out within the Dragon Court —the Tian Long.
The void here refers to the unique void stomach environment of the Tian Long Clan.
The Tian Long Void doesn't simply imprison prisoners here; rather, it gradually erodes, digests, and dissolves them over time.
This is the truly terrifying part of the Celestial Dragon Prison.
At this moment, within the Celestial Dragon Prison, rows of white rock cells floated in mid-air, resembling square boxes, each occupying a small area. The void devours all transmitted radiation information; whether it be mind or energy, it is directly dissolved and absorbed, becoming part of this world.
Inside one of the cell boxes.
Zhuo Xinghai leaned weakly against the wall, covered in blood, looking at his companion who was sitting cross-legged and cultivating opposite him.
The other party was also at the sixth ring level. Because he had suffered severe injuries, someone was arranged to come and take care of him in case he was swallowed up and digested by the void.
To outsiders, this might seem like a kind gesture, but in Zhuo Xinghai's eyes, if his father weren't the Star Sea Dragon King and he himself weren't the future leader of the Star Sea Dragon Clan, he would probably already be branded as an enslaved person.
Yes, the Dragon Court has a small population, so they don't kill people, but not killing doesn't mean there's no punishment. They'll be enslaved, forced to serve the Dragon Court like cattle for the rest of their lives—that's their fate.
" Qi Dong," Zhuo Xinghai suddenly said lazily.
"What's wrong, Brother Hai?" The sixth-ring Pioneers who was cultivating opened his eyes and looked at him.
As fellow members of Clear Jade Mountain, they trusted each other immensely. They were all enhanced by Dharma Seal, making their physical and spiritual resistance incredibly strong. Therefore, they knew that Zhuo Xinghai's injuries were not as serious as they appeared from the outside.
Only after realizing that the situation was hopeless did Zhuo Xinghai temporarily cease his resistance, willingly accepting imprisonment to minimize casualties among his brothers and sisters. Strictly speaking, although he was shrewd, he was still a true revolutionary willing to sacrifice himself for his ideals and comrades. This is one of the reasons why all the Pioneers were willing to follow him.
"Do you think we'll make it out alive this time?" Zhuo Xinghai asked with a bitter smile.
"Brother, why do you ask this question? The Dragon Court doesn't have the death penalty. Even if what we did this time was a bit serious, who would risk everyone's taboo against us..." Qi Dong stopped abruptly halfway through his sentence.
There will certainly be no death penalty, but with so many people on the Pioneers, someone has to be held responsible for this chaos.
Not to mention there's another key figure who hasn't made a move yet: White Owl, who has consistently opposed the Dragon Court's higher-ups.
The White Candle Organization, led by White Owl, has consistently supported the reinstatement of the death penalty in the Dragon Court.
"This time, the Void-Thieving Dragon King's attack completely thwarted our surprise attack. We underestimated the power of the old guard far too much. We never expected that with the support of the formation, they could actually increase their strength to that level..." Zhuo Xinghai sighed.
Within a minute, the battle situation shifted dramatically due to the Void-Thieving Dragon King Thief's intervention.
He was severely injured, the Three Greats matriarchs were instantly killed, and his friend Indoma was besieged and forced to flee. The defeated battle was like a chain reaction, one link leading to another, until everything was completely settled.
"Damn it!" Zhuo Xinghai clenched his fists, regretting that he hadn't investigated more thoroughly or made more preparations. If he had brought his father and Shen Yang along... perhaps...
But to leave himself an escape route and not implicate his clan, he deliberately did not contact his father beforehand.
As for Shen Yang, it was simply because this guy had a terrible temper and was stubborn, so no one wanted to deal with him.
Unfortunately... it's too late now.
The label of "colluding with calamity" would likely kill most others, but it would kill him.
Thinking about this, Zhuo Xinghai suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of resentment.
But what can you do if you're unwilling to accept it?
"It seems I'm doomed this time."
Suddenly he stood up and looked out of the cell.
Suddenly, three dragon-horned officers clad in light black armor slowly emerged from the white void there.
The officer at the very front gently removed his helmet, revealing the cold, aged, and narrow face of the Void-Thieving Dragon King.
The mighty Dragon King, disguised as a prison officer, actually entered this place... Clearly, his purpose required him to use another identity as a cover.
"Looks like you're doing quite well, Zhuo Xinghai," the Void-Thieving Dragon King said in a deep voice.
"Heh heh... you're here to kill me?" Zhuo Xinghai seemed to have guessed, and instead of fear, a carefree smile appeared on his face. "Kill you? That's not necessary. You still have two Dragon Kings behind you. If so many of our forces were to be lost, my Dragon Court's power would shrink significantly in a short time," said the Void-Thieving Dragon King calmly. "Moreover, you're now tainted with Disaster Energy. Killing you might even suit your wishes. You could conveniently become a Calamity Fusionist."
"Then what are you here for?" Zhuo Xinghai's smile faded.
"Xinghai, you should think this through. You were born a prince of the Star Sea Dragon Clan, on a completely different level from those lowly commoners. You were born with the noble blood of the Dragon King flowing in your veins. You shouldn't pay such a high price for those lowly people; it's not worth it," the Void-Thieving Dragon King advised. "You should turn back and come back to me. It's not too late."
"Unfortunately, haven't I already been tainted by the Disaster Energy?" Zhuo Xinghai laughed. In fact, when he met Mr. Lin, he had already guessed the other party's background. When he discovered that the other party was involved with the Disaster Energy, he was already prepared to sacrifice himself for the revolution at any time.
Therefore, they no longer care about whether it's Disaster Energy Disaster Energy or not.
"You're not deeply entangled in the Disaster Energy yet; you can extricate yourself. There's still time to turn back," the Void-Thieving Dragon King said in a deep voice.
"Besides, you also need to think about your people, your father, your mother, how much they have sacrificed for you? How much of them have been implicated because of you this time?"
"Ethnicity..." Zhuo Xinghai fell silent.
Unexpectedly... this Void-Thieving Dragon King, as the strongest leader among the veteran Dragon Kings, doesn't seem to care much about the traitorous calamity Fusionist that everyone hates.
While this was being done in secret... at the top of the Nest Gate, in the space where the Dragon King Hall had just been repaired.
Because of the previous great battle, most of the Dragon King's palaces were damaged, so now everyone's families and servants have been moved into the three remaining intact palaces.
The largest and safest of them all Void Thief Dragon King's Palace, was the one where the most people gathered.
On a wide, flat corridor paved with gold and red tiles.
Princess Boxiweiya, the youngest daughter of the Void-Thieving Dragon King, was only 1.3 meters tall and was playing hide-and-seek with several maids, her little cake skirt tucked up to her.
The great battle seemed to have little impact on these Bloodline Descendants of the Dragon King.
Anyway, this kind of commotion will pop up once or twice every now and then.
They were used to it long ago.
The Dragon Kings will resolve everything and suppress everything.
Even if the Dragon Kings fail, there is still the truly invincible Remnant Heart Ancestral Dragon.
This is how everyone has lived for countless years.
Each act of resistance was suppressed, and each struggle was resolved.
"Princess Viya, where are you?"
"I can't sense any life at all? Your Highness Viya, please don't run away from the palace!?"
"Your Highness Viya, I have your favorite cherry blossom candy here, please come out quickly!"
One by one, the maids tried different methods to lure her out, but Boxiweiya, who was only a little over fifteen years old, had eaten all sorts of delicious food and encountered all sorts of tricks. She had played hide-and-seek hundreds of times over the years, so she had naturally learned these tricks long ago.
"A bunch of idiots. Hehe." Boxiweiya swayed her golden-red braids, her pretty face radiating a sly smile. Subtle magical fluctuations beneath her feet concealed her movements.
She quickly ran down the corridor and found a tall, slender white vase that was over two meters tall.
This is a world-renowned masterpiece called Bone Porcelain. It features a dragon-shaped openwork carving inside.
Boxiweiya stopped and looked at the vase. Her eyes lit up, and an idea suddenly came to her. Her chubby, golden-red wings fluttered a few times, and she took flight, leaping into the vase with her.
Because she was chubby and had a lot of fat, she got stuck in the middle of the vase for a moment. She had to use magic to shrink her fat a little before she could finally fall to the bottom of the vase.
Hiding inside the vase, she was indeed unnoticed.
Before long, several groups of high-ranking officials passed by on their way to a meeting in the main hall, but none of them noticed her inside.
The palace's array has blocked everyone's high level of perception of their surroundings.
With the remaining Dragon Kings all gathered here, this place is arguably the safest place in the entire Dragon Court right now. Naturally, no one cares about any so-called security issues.
After all, at least five Dragon Kings or higher have gathered here in the Void Thief Dragon King's Palace of Kunlun. Who else would have the guts to sneak in? They probably wouldn't even dare to get close.
Boxiweiya thought so too, so she initially hid from the maids with a lighthearted and mischievous attitude.
She found it especially amusing to see the maids passing by, their faces contorted with worry and cries, dragging their weary steps with frightened eyes.
Soon, the maids had passed by, and Boxiweiya, feeling she had had enough fun, decided to get out of the vase.
hiss.
Suddenly, she heard a sound that seemed to be tearing something apart.
She paused, peeking out through the openwork decoration of the vase.
Just then, a small blue dot suddenly appeared in the palace corridor.
The moving dots outlined a rectangular gate, over three meters high.
A glint of light flashed inside the door, and two tall, dark human figures slowly emerged.
One of them, with blue flames burning in his eyes, a handsome face, and a long sword at his waist, walked in front.
The other person had scars on his face, a solemn expression, and wore a black cloak. His usually gentle demeanor now carried an air of tension and apprehension.
"We... we just got in through the Gap Traversal Device like this?" The scarred man looked at the person in front of him in a deep voice. "This is now the most dangerous place in the entire Dragon Court. Shouldn't we be going to rescue people?"
This man was Indoma, who had just been ganged up on and severely injured by the Dragon Court.
As a seventh-ringed cultivator, being surrounded and attacked by a group of dragon kings, forcing him to flee in a sorry state, was an extremely humiliating experience for him. Therefore, when he heard that Lin Hui planned to rescue the people, he immediately agreed to join in and help.
He had always found this junior brother extremely mysterious and somewhat difficult to understand.
Although the other person was only at the sixth ring,... close contact always gave him a strange sense of danger.