The Inner Prison.
Ji Yuan stood on the suspended walkway paved with bronze.
A secret buried for over ten thousand years had come crashing down on him. Even with his composure and experience, he felt dazed.
A long while passed.
Only then did he look up at the Ghost Envoy before him and voice the question circling in his mind.
"After the Immortal Court shattered, which Mahayana Cultivator ultimately inherited the Immortal Prison?"
"And what connection does the Yin Ghost Sect I encountered years ago on the Cangluo Continent have to this inheritance?"
When Ji Yuan had first obtained a fragment of the Yin Ghost Sect's inheritance in Cloud-Rain Marsh on the Cangluo Continent, he had wondered whether it was some obscure little sect there.
He had never imagined
that behind it stood behemoths like the Immortal Prison and the Immortal Court.
The Ghost Envoy let out a long sigh.
"The Mahayana Cultivator who inherited the Immortal Prison died long ago, lost to the dust of history. There's no need to mention his name. You probably wouldn't recognize it anyway."
"But the sect he founded was called the Yin God Sect."
At the name, understanding flashed in Ji Yuan's eyes. "So the predecessor who founded the Yin Ghost Sect came from the Yin God Sect?"
"Yes."
The Ghost Envoy nodded, his tone growing more casual.
"He was a direct-line disciple of the Yin God Sect. Every technique he knew came from it."
"Though, come to think of it, he might as well have been exiled."
"If things had been going well for him in the Yin God Sect on the Central Continent, why would he have come all the way to this remote Abyssal Continent to inherit an Immortal Prison that had long since fallen into disuse?"
Ji Yuan fell