"Ha ha ha..."
The dragon soul's wild laughter rang out.
"You are merely an early Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, yet you truly think yourself a great power of this age? When this Venerable's physical body was intact, a single swipe of my claw would have wiped out trash like you!"
"This Venerable is indeed favored by the creations of heaven and earth. My thirty years of bitter waiting here were not in vain—who would have thought a human of the Tribulation Transcendence stage would deliver himself to my door? Once I devour your divine soul, this Venerable's dragon soul will likely not be far from a complete recovery."
Amid the dragon soul's mocking voice, the compassion had long vanished from Venerable Yun Chan's face.
With a cold expression, he ignored the dragon soul and looked toward Song Wen and the others instead.
"You have been trapped here for thirty years. Have you found any way to escape?"
None of the six, Song Wen included, answered.
Seeing that even Venerable Yun Chan, a dignified Tribulation Transcendence cultivator, had been unable to withstand the restrictions here, an even darker shadow fell over their hearts.
They had originally been full of hope that Venerable Yun Chan could help them escape, but now it seemed that even he might be unable to protect himself.
"This monk asked you a question. Why do you not answer?" Venerable Yun Chan spoke again, his voice noticeably colder.
"Reporting to Venerable." Yuan Rong bowed as he replied, "We juniors are weak and inexperienced. To this day, we have not found any good plan for escape."
"A bunch of... trash."
Venerable Yun Chan's expression darkened. His gaze roamed over the surroundings, as though he were seeking out a weak point in this place in order to find a way to