Plane Prison

Gobada Plane Prison.

In the north, icy winds howled across the land, flinging countless ice crystals through the air.

In this frozen world, iceberg after iceberg towered into the sky. After countless years of being "carved" by the icy winds, their surfaces had been polished smooth and gleaming. Their sheer walls could even reflect a person's image.

A figure flew through the air and landed atop one of the icebergs.

"Damn Beirut! Linley pulled out the Violet Blood Soft Sword and nothing happened to him. Olivier destroyed Bosha Dike, broke the Sealing Magic Array, and released countless prisoners from the Plane Prison, and nothing happened to him either. I, Kolan, only took the Violet Blood Soft Sword and was even going to set up the Sealing Magic Array, yet you locked me in the Plane Prison!" Kolan looked furious.

Before going, Kolan had already thought it through.

Pulling out the Violet Blood Soft Sword shouldn't cause any trouble.

Who could have known that things wouldn't go as planned, and something would happen after all!

Gebada Prison was a godforsaken place—the Plane Guardian and Baruch's prison for criminals. Now that he was locked up here, getting out would be incredibly difficult.

In the original story, Linley pulled out the Violet Blood Soft Sword and damaged the Sealing Magic Array. Delin, the Grand Magus, Muba, and Beaumont, among others, escaped from there to the Yulan Continent. But who knew where those people were now? Kolan didn't know them, and besides, it would be nearly four thousand years before that happened.

Aside from that, there was the battle between Linley and the others and Beaumont. Olivier would break through Bosha Dike and damage the Sealing Magic Array, allowing many powerful figures from the Gebada Prison Plane to escape.

That would take even longer, though the place was fairly easy to pin down: Azurefire City.

In other words, even with the best of luck, he would still have to wait nearly four thousand years.

"Cultivating talented people from your homeland? What a load of crap!" Kolan cursed Beirut inwardly.

Even now that he was in the Plane Prison, he didn't dare curse Beirut aloud. Who knew if Beirut was keeping an eye on him? If Beirut heard him ranting, he might kill him with a single thought.

Better to live badly than die well.

At least there was still hope of leaving the Plane Prison.

He took a jug of wine from his Space Ring and drank deeply.

After steadying himself, Kolan began to survey his surroundings.

The conditions here were truly harsh. It was a world of ice and snow, and the temperature was terrifyingly low.

Anyone below the Saint Realm couldn't survive here.

Then Kolan released his soul power.

"This Plane Prison and the Yulan Continent are two sides of the same coin. Both are Material Planes, so the range of my divine sense is about the same," Kolan thought. "There's no ocean in this Plane Prison, and its landmass is far larger than the Yulan Continent."

Kolan discovered that his divine sense couldn't cover the entire Plane Prison.

The Yulan Continent stretched twenty to thirty thousand li across. Standing at its center, Kolan could cover the whole continent with his divine sense.

But the Plane Prison was far larger than the Yulan Continent.

That made sense. In the Yulan Continent Plane, ninety-nine percent of the area was ocean, and land accounted for less than half of the Yulan Continent itself. The continent's area was less than a tenth of the plane's total area.

Naturally, the Plane Prison had a far greater landmass than the Yulan Continent.

"Hiss! So many God-level experts, even High Gods!" Kolan sucked in a breath, quickly concealed his aura, and fled.

He had just swept the area within thirty thousand li with his divine sense. Everywhere he sensed was frozen wilderness, and almost every living being was at least Saint-level. There were hundreds of millions of Saints, so many Low Gods and Mid Gods that Kolan couldn't count them, and several hundred High Gods.

The Plane Prison had more God-level experts than the Yulan Continent by an unimaginable margin.

Not long after Kolan left, several figures flew over.

Seeing that no one was there, they all left again.

Kolan traveled a thousand li away, where a Mid God was cultivating in an ice cave.

Kolan used his Divine Domain and easily took control of the Mid God.

"What's your name?" Kolan asked.

"Master, this subordinate is called Akes." Awe filled Akes's eyes.

"Tell me about this plane." Kolan had taken control of the Mid God to learn about the Plane Prison.

"Master, there are five royal cities in the Plane Prison. They rule the entire plane: Azurefire City, Evil City, Destruction City, Ice Prison City, and Wind God City. Each has a ruler, who is also one of the Plane Prison's kings," Akes explained. "The Five Great Kings of the Plane Prison are Azurefire Sovereign, Evil King Odin, Destruction King Luo, Ice Prison King Baron, and Wind God King Bevis."

"The youngest of the five royal cities was established about a million years ago."

"The place we're in now is the Ice Prison, in the north of the Plane Prison. It's ruled by the Ice Prison King," Akes said.

Kolan gradually gained an understanding of the Plane Prison.

There were only five royal cities in the Plane Prison. Protected by their kings, they were very safe. Of course, not just anyone could live in a royal city. You had to be at least a Mid God, or a Low God who followed a Mid God.

Even then, there was a price to pay. You needed contribution points, which could only be earned through military service. Every royal city had an army made up of God-level experts, and they went to war with one another from time to time.

Outside the royal cities, castles built by various God-level experts dotted the vast land in countless numbers.

In the Plane Prison, killing was simply an everyday occurrence.

If you didn't kill others, others would kill you.

Even God-level experts were no exception.

Low Gods could hardly be called strong; at best, they had a little ability to protect themselves. Mid Gods were somewhere in the middle, while High Gods lived much more comfortably. Even outside the cities, they could build castles and rule their own territories.

Normally, no one would dare target a castle belonging to a High God.

Kolan pondered.

He knew Azurefire and Odin, the Evil King, among the Five Great Kings of the Plane Prison.

Azurefire was said to be the greatest genius in the history of the Yulan Continent Plane. After cultivating for over a million years, he had nearly perfected the Laws of Fire Elements, and his mastery of the Laws of the Earth was also profound. He had likely fused four or even five Mysteries. Even in a Divine Plane or the Supreme Plane, he would be a super-powerful expert, on the level of a Prefect.

Odin, the Evil King, would escape the Plane Prison later and enter the Yulan Continent. A Seven-Star Fiend-level expert and a High God who cultivated the Death Rules, he had directly ordered his subordinates to kill George and Delia's elder brother, Dixie. He had also controlled Yale's soul and tormented him until he went mad. After Linley returned from Hell, he took revenge on Odin, who eventually lost his strongest Divine Clone, his Death God Clone, in the Netherworld.

Given Odin's nature, the other three kings could live well and stand as his equals only if they were no weaker than him. They were probably Seven-Star Fiends too.

Kolan's judgment was that, at the very least, all Five Great Kings of the Plane Prison were High Gods at the Seven-Star Fiend level.

Among the many other High Gods, there were probably quite a few Six-Star Fiends and Five-Star Fiends as well.