Tidying Up, and the Purple Dragon Soul Rider?

Originally, Yin Kuang had only thought that Senior Chong Ming was looking for him. He had also intended to ask him about resurrecting Tang Rouyu and the others. But who could have imagined that he would be inexplicably brought to this godforsaken place?

Heaven would not answer his cries, nor would earth heed his pleas!

He had yet to settle the score with Li Shuangmu! He had yet to resurrect Tang Rouyu and the others! He still had to stay by Qian Qianqian's side! He had so many things left to do—how could he be trapped in this so-called "heavenly prison"?!

Let me out!

Let me out!!

Let me out!!!

He roared once... twice... then three, four times... until his throat was hoarse. Yet there was no response at all.

There was no watch (inventory disabled), no change between day and night, no hunger... Every possible measure of time was absent, leaving Yin Kuang with no idea how long had truly passed.

Perhaps a few hours, perhaps a day, perhaps even several days!

Within this cramped cell, aside from the pitch-black darkness, there was only that tiny beam of white light and the irregular sound of dripping water.

Was this how Sun Wukong had spent his days?

As for his cellmate, the one who called himself "Long Aotian," after lazily saying a few words at the beginning, he had not made another sound. If he had not spoken at first, Yin Kuang would have practically believed that he was not there at all.

At last, Yin Kuang was tired. Not only was his throat tired, and his body tired—his heart was tired as well. So he collapsed onto the damp ground. Though he did not fear the chill of the prison, in such a stifling environment, his body instinctively curled