Heavenly Prison.
All manner of odors mingled together, making it unbearable.
Of course, no matter how wretched the conditions here were, the prisoners had no mind to dwell on such things. After all, they were about to die.
Inside a crude cell.
Lin Zhou stared at the iron bars before him, endlessly replaying everything in his mind.
The scenes from his past life were still vivid before his eyes. How had things suddenly become different? Where exactly had something changed?
Why did he feel a little dizzy?
Lin Zhou, who had been standing, suddenly felt unwell and sat cross-legged on the ground.
At the same time.
Lin Zhou's feed was being broadcast simultaneously elsewhere.
Though he was not the most watched subject, plenty of people were still watching.
"Why is there a problem with his memories?"
"I told you it's a trial. It definitely wouldn't be that simple. If everything just followed his memories, what would there even be to trial?"
"Yeah, but if it were me in there, I'd definitely do better than this Lin Zhou."
"Wake up. You aren't even qualified to enter; all you can do is watch from here."
"Heh, aren't you here being a spectator with me too?"
"You want to keep talking shit?"
"That Wang Chi seems to be progressing smoothly. He's already begun mobilizing the resources of the entire country and training cultivators."
"Yeah. We'd never heard of him before. He's kept a pretty low profile."
Within the special world, voices from all kinds of spectators rose and fell as they conversed.
Heavenly Prison.
The cross-legged Lin Zhou slowly opened his previously closed eyes, and his expression now contained something different from before.
Yet this change in expression did not attract much attention.
No one knew that the current Lin Zhou had already