He Ping's Stealing Heaven Puppet, "Moxiuluo," had long been trapped on the nineteenth level of Heart-Returning Prison. No one knew what kind of power had forged this dark cage. Even He Ping's true self might not understand its mysteries. It was clearly a "prison" condensed from power on the level of immortals and gods.
The prison was presumably located deep within the Sinister Dragon's dragon vein, at some void node at its very bottom—a vast expanse of space-time that had been carved open. It was a dark vacuum, a world shrouded wholly in darkness. It was boundless and endless; no one knew how vast it truly was.
Around the dark prison lay a darkness so dense it could never be dispelled. Everywhere concealed unfathomable heavenly secrets, as if some majestic force were operating in the shadows.
At the deepest part of this space surged a chaotic, disorderly dark power. Up and down were reversed, all four directions blurred and distorted. If one felt they were flying east, they were actually heading west; if one felt they were rising, they were in fact descending. There were no directions within it. Even someone who forced their way inside with boundless power would be like a man entering a maze of fog, utterly unable to tell east from west, north from south.
In truth, this dark prison's sealing power was extraordinarily strong. Even a master at the Manifest Divinity level could not break through it.
Granted, the Stealing Heaven Puppet was a puppet refined by He Ping. However, "Moxiuluo's" power was quite limited, at most reaching the Dao Entry level.
The weaker one's cultivation and power within the dark prison, the weaker their resistance to its confinement and the more thoroughly they were cut off from the outside world. In such an environment,