"Guards! Escort the Mist-Ethereal Adept to the Heavenly Prison!" the Queen Mother shouted.
Although the Queen Mother knew the Heavenly Prison probably could not hold Shen Bing, shouting those words still felt satisfying, as though she had actually punished him.
Shen Bing glanced at the Queen Mother, not particularly bothered by the old woman's Ah Q Spirit.
Two Heavenly Soldiers and Generals entered just then, and Shen Bing let them lead him away without the slightest resistance.
As long as I get to the Heavenly Prison, whatever! Escort me under guard if you like. I'll just treat it as watching a quest cutscene.
They traveled through the clouds, a routine Shen Bing was already very familiar with.
The speed of immortals was beyond mortal imagination. Though only an incense stick's worth of time had passed, they were already thousands of miles away.
This was another Floating Immortal Island, but one riddled with devastation.
Not only that, the moment Shen Bing set foot on the Immortal Island, a cold, sinister sensation rose from beneath his feet...
This is fucking bizarre. It feels so real!
After all, it was the character in the game who had actually stepped onto the Immortal Island, not him.
Yet his real-world self could distinctly feel that sinister chill. Could the Immortal Realm Gate Character's connection to his real-world self be growing stronger?
Surely not?
That left another possibility: the sinister chill was so intense that it could reach directly into the soul, transmitting its effects to his real-world self through his consciousness.
Shen Bing understood that the Heavenly Prison in the Immortal Realm was no ordinary prison. In the Mortal Realm, an imperial prison inflicted physical suffering at most, but the cruelty here far exceeded anything in the Mortal Realm.
The immortals imprisoned here probably lived