The Prison of Suppression's Past

The shock in Zou Gang's heart was beyond words. For an instant, he even felt a profound sense of absurdity, as though everything before him was fake, utterly unreal.

None of what was happening before his eyes should have been possible. How could those old gods, once worshipped with such painstaking reverence, simply be locked in cells and begging for mercy?

Could it be that his assessment of the Southwest Bureau of the Anomaly Administration's strength, and of the Night Watchers' strength, had been wrong all along?

The Culture Bureau were nothing but frogs at the bottom of a well. They had believed the Anomaly Administration could not suppress the old gods, and everything they had done had been the shortsightedness of frogs in a well?

Just as he stood there in a daze, Lady Mysterious Heaven suddenly let out a shrill scream. Her snake-like hair and both hands seized the cell bars desperately as she cried out with all her might:

"Don't drag me in! I don't want to go in! Spare me! Please spare me! I won't dare do it again! I am feudal superstition, I had evil intentions, I'm vermin, I'm vermin!"

But the next instant, a violent force from behind her shattered her hair inch by inch. Then her hands could no longer hold onto the cell bars, and she was abruptly dragged backward, vanishing completely.

Zou Gang shuddered violently. He could vaguely see a flash of red appear within the cell.

It was a horrifying, eerie blood-red. Then it disappeared from sight. Inside the cell, which had previously been brilliantly lit, it was as if every trace of light had been swallowed, leaving only utter darkness.

The viewing window slammed shut the next moment.

Zou Gang asked the investigator behind him in a daze:

"What...