The Imperial City Bureau's Imperial Prison was under tight guard.
The reason it drew criticism from so many high ministers was that its function was to imprison officials of the Six Ministries, the Nine Ministers, and local dignitaries. Ordinary criminals were not even qualified to enter it.
The moment one stepped inside, one immediately sensed an abyssal, weighty aura. An invisible pressure arose, slowing and thickening the air; even the air drawn into one's lungs seemed to have acquired weight.
After walking a few steps, they saw an altar upon which stood a plaque dedicated to the Prison God—the chief Prison God over all the lands of Great Rui, holding a Fourth Grade Divine Rank!
"What a Prison God, overseeing all the prisons of Great Rui, with a Fourth Grade Divine Rank, comparable to the Circuit City God of old. Of all Donghua, Great Rui is the most prosperous, its fortune dense and its population vast. Unlike Zhutuolan, it has no caste system to bind it; instead, Sages of the Human Path guide the minds of the people, and the gods are not forbidden. Thus, the divine rank that oversees this place is in truth unmatched in all Donghua!"
The name Imperial Prison was widely known. Officials feared it, while folk tales embroidered it with ever more oil and vinegar, depicting it as a living hell, a place without respite. Thus it gathered countless thoughts; like Votive Thoughts and incense offerings, these too could strengthen a deity.
Qiu Yan secretly marveled. Though he had not activated any Divine Ability, his eyes had been tempered a thousand times. His recent comprehension from observing qi had brought faint changes even to his naked eyes, making him ever more sensitive to extraordinary auras.
Yet after marveling thus, he could not help but laugh.