Town Suppressing Tower

Within the black ice, ninety-nine Divine Chains pierced through the human Supreme's body, head, neck, spine, hands, legs, and chest, locking down every part of him. The blood in his body seemed to have drained away completely, leaving his body terribly shriveled.

Although sealed in ice, he still gave off an air of desolation.

One could imagine how miserable this human Supreme had been in life. Once renowned throughout the world, his cultivation had been unrivaled. Yet he had been imprisoned inside this tower, his blood drained dry until he died.

Monk Tan Qian was widely experienced. Based on the robes and ornaments worn by that human Supreme, he deduced his identity.

"He should be Zi Xuan, the third-generation Imperial Lord of the Purple Gold Divine Kingdom," Monk Tan Qian concluded.

He sighed. "Back then, the Purple Gold Imperial Lord founded the 'Purple Gold Divine Kingdom,' establishing a great Human Civilization and unifying the entire northern frontier. Yet the 'Purple Gold Divine Kingdom' lasted for merely three generations before perishing. It truly makes one sigh with regret."

"When the Purple Gold Divine Kingdom fell, the third-generation Imperial Lord vanished as well. His whereabouts became a mystery."

"Some said he had escaped disaster and hidden overseas, waiting to make a comeback someday. Others said he had been besieged by the Demon Clan and ultimately died a miserable death at Burial God Mountain, buried together with the Purple Gold Imperial Lord."

"But who could have expected that the third-generation Imperial Lord, who had once shaken the world with his might, would be imprisoned inside an iron tower and ultimately die amid ice-cold darkness, becoming a pile of dry bones? Life could be so desolate!"

Ning Xiaochuan stared at the human Supreme whose body had been pierced by ninety-nine iron chains. His heart