The Realmstone Pendant

A trace of panic spread through Aurenli's heart.

She was confident, but by no means arrogant.

According to the intelligence she had gathered, with the Great Yan Dynasty's foundations in alchemy, they could produce anti-magic prisons tailored to restrain her within an extremely short time.

Perhaps such an anti-magic prison would be riddled with loopholes at first, but nothing in this world remained unchanged forever. With constant refinement, one day the Great Yan Dynasty would eventually develop prisons no different from those of Ribisa Cathedral.

By then, she would most likely lose every chance of escape.

Her warm, delicate skin leaned against the prison's cold, smooth inner wall. A chill welled up in her heart as Aurenli fixed a stern gaze on the retreating figure walking toward the cell door.

Forcibly steadying herself, Aurenli began considering whether she ought to take a gamble.

Gamble that, before the anti-magic prison was fully completed, these Yan people would make some oversight.

No one could remain vigilant every moment of every day. The Great Yan Dynasty currently knew nothing of her, and imprisoning her required far more manpower and resources than imprisoning their native cultivators.

Within a few breaths, Aurenli thought of many things.

In the end, she slowly closed her eyes.

Her thoughts spread through the cramped, shadowy cell.

Gambling on that knife-edge instant, gambling on a slender path to life amid a hopeless dead end where death lay in wait a hundred times over filled her with a faint thrill.

But she could not place her hopes of winning the gamble upon another's mistake.

The defenses of this Black Prison were far too tight. It was not merely the guard force; information control was equally stringent.

That Earth-rank warden knew very little. He did not know the situation in the Heaven-rank