In the dim cage, Shi Chun leaned against the stone wall, dazed and half awake, his tangled beard and hair making him look like a lion.
This was his fifteenth year in prison, and he felt as though the ordeal would drive him mad.
Without the help of Li Hongjiu's Thunder Sword, it had taken him a full twelve years to completely refine the Demonic Essence he had absorbed from an upper-completion Earth Immortal into his own cultivation. His cultivation had long since broken through to the human immortal realm.
The cultivation gained from those twelve years of refining Demonic Essence was, within human immortal minor completion, like a single tree on a hill. To cover that entire hill with trees and truly create a forest, heaven only knew how many more Earth Immortals he would have to catch and drain.
Then there were the requirements for the human immortal upper completion realm and the grand completion realm, followed by the earth immortal realm. If he really reached the so-called heavenly immortal realm-damn it, even he dared not imagine how many Demonic Path cultivators' bones he would have to tread beneath his feet.
Thinking it through, even he felt his cultivation method was a little excessive.
Those considerations were far too distant, though. After enduring these three years since he finished refining the Demonic Essence, he often found himself indulging in all sorts of fantasies.
He imagined the Prison of Life throwing in another Demonic Path cultivator for him to interrogate, giving him another opportunity to absorb Demonic Essence and occupy himself for many more years. There was nothing else he could do. This damned cultivation method had too great a flaw: without Demonic Essence to help him, no amount of sitting cross-legged in cultivation would accomplish anything. He would