Sky-Blasting Gang, Azure Dragon Hall, dungeon.
As the strongest branch of the Sky-Blasting Gang, the Azure Dragon Hall occupied an immense area. Even its newly built dungeon was not as dark and damp as one might imagine; instead, it was remarkably bright and airy.
The spacious corridor could accommodate five people walking abreast. Huge cells lined both sides, their iron bars forged from millennium cold iron. Inscriptions covered the walls of every cell, shimmering with a riot of colors and invisibly suppressing the flow of soul power in the air. Even an ordinary Spirit Master whose soul power had not been sealed would struggle to absorb any soul power in this accursed place.
Dejected prisoners languished in these cells. Many were Spirit Masters who had secretly resisted the Sky-Blasting Gang, only to be arrested in secret and imprisoned here. A sunless life of confinement awaited them, and even death would bring them no peace. Their souls would be cast into the Six Paths Reincarnation World Yang Ming had built, adding their own bricks and mortar to its construction.
Workers in life, working souls in death—the genuine article!
Besides humans, a large group of ferocious beasts had recently been imprisoned here. These beings had once commanded the winds and rains in the Core Circle of the Star Dou Great Forest. After meeting their Waterloo, however, they had lost every trace of their former ferocity. Like beaten dogs, they huddled silently in the corners of their cells, as though all three souls and seven spirits had deserted them.
Tap, tap, tap! Tap, tap, tap!
A rapid series of footsteps sounded from the dungeon entrance.
A group of Black Tortoise Hall personnel in black robes and Demon Masks followed respectfully behind Yang Ming, accompanying their leader on his inspection of the dungeon.
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