The so-called raised platform was really just a large chair set before the Prison God. Xu Feng was supposed to sit in it.
Xu Feng had just overcome a major hurdle, and he was delighted. He had finally figured out how the God Temple he meant to establish should work!
But the atmosphere here wiped away his joy.
He frowned at the scene before him.
Foul air billowed from the Prison.
Though the place was open to the sky, the foul air remained trapped here. Barriers blocked the wind and water, keeping the foul air, Baleful Aura, and dark mist from drifting toward the jailers' quarters.
Those men lived upwind.
Instead, everything converged on this spot.
The place beside the Prison God sat right at the mouth of two streams of Baleful Aura.
Xu Feng would be sitting there.
He would take the full brunt of it!
But Xu Feng did not refuse. This was what he had come to do. Besides, he could see the unmistakable [Earth-Fire Cult Leader] entry in a cell not far away.
Sensing Xu Feng's gaze,
the Cult Leader, who was forming a hand seal while leading the others in chanting scripture, looked up too.
The way he raised his head—
He looks like a Human-Snake!
The thought came to Xu Feng unbidden.
The man was still alive, yet he seemed little different from a corpse.
Xu Feng did not look at him closely.
He turned to the Prison God, picked up the Incense beside the statue, and offered it with due reverence. "Zhao San, a native of Luoyin County, has been invited here and asks this divine being for protection..."
Xu Feng's invocation was part of [Inviting the Gods]. The head jailer stood nearby and, seeing this, did not dare hurry him.
Smoke curled