They arrived at the Heavenly Prison. There was no sign bearing its name, only a massive stone wall and a heavy iron gate dozens of meters tall, engraved with an array.
The entire Heavenly Prison was covered by a small Sect-Protection Array, jointly established by Chen Tianlin, the Holy Lord of Tianyuan, and several Quasi-Emperor Realm experts.
Never mind ordinary people-even an ordinary sect deploying every last one of its members could not break through, let alone rescue anyone.
Before they could rescue a single prisoner, the Tianyuan disciples rushing over as reinforcements would likely surround and annihilate them.
In all honesty, they would never even have the chance to reach the Heavenly Prison deep within the Tianyuan Holy Land.
To outsiders, entering the Tianyuan Holy Land's Heavenly Prison was practically the same as descending into hell.
Unless the Tianyuan Holy Land willingly released them, there was absolutely no other way for those imprisoned inside to regain their freedom.
"Greetings, Young Master!" Upon hearing that Chen Mu had arrived, Chen Wuxin, the commander guarding the Heavenly Prison, hurried over without a moment's delay to welcome him.
"Uncle, why are you being so formal with me? Just call me Little Mu." Chen Mu smiled wryly.
"Hahaha, all right. You're so gifted, yet you still manage to stay humble and levelheaded. Any prodigy from another sect or holy land would probably have turned their nose up at everyone long ago."
Chen Wuxin raised a hand and gave Chen Mu's shoulder a light pat, smiling in wholehearted approval.
Ye Qingcheng agreed completely.
She, too, had once let her exceptional talent go to her head in the Sky Sword Sect. Fortunately, she had come to her senses in time.
But only after coming to the Tianyuan Holy Land had Ye Qingcheng learned what truly