This was a prison, with rows upon rows of rooms. Each room was a bronze hall holding one vicious criminal after another from the Great Wilderness.
At the end of the prison, however, stood a rather unusual room. Its furnishings were decent—not luxurious compared with the other cells, just a little cleaner and tidier.
The prisoner inside was a gaunt middle-aged man. Years of confinement without seeing daylight had left his face haggard, but his eyes shone like stars.
At that moment, though, his expression overwhelmed everything else about him. Twisted and crazed, he looked nothing like an ordinary man. Those star-bright eyes were stars of destruction.
He was a man like a celestial being, a genius and a madman, a future Dao Venerable.
Feng Xiaozhong!
Ding! You have been selected as a candidate for the Chat Group! Once sixteen full Group Members have voted, you will either gain the right to join the Chat Group or lose that right!
The instant the Chat Group's notification sounded, the madness vanished from Feng Xiaozhong's face, as though it had been suppressed.
"Hm?" His eyes shifted. He looked around but found nothing.
"Chat... Group?" Feng Xiaozhong murmured with a hint of interest. In this state, he was handsome.
He had gone from madman to normal man in an instant. Anyone who saw it would have found the change deeply unsettling.
For something to speak inside his Consciousness Sea in this place...
It was no simple feat.
After all, Feng Shang—the foremost figure of the Great Wilderness's Human Race, the current master of Sword Gate, and the Sword God—had personally imprisoned him here.
If anyone tried anything on him, it would be impossible not to alert Feng Shang.
Unless the one speaking was far stronger than Sword God Feng Shang.
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