"One Hundred Thousand Fair Faces, One Hundred Thousand Drops of Blood": Sudden enlightenment, with rosy clouds to see him off and welcome him

"Mm..."

He had fallen into terrifying darkness, his eyes as blind as a sightless man's; his heart and soul shuddered, and he had no idea where he was. The Rain Master Divine General, the Nether Rain Township Lord, who had always come and gone at his leisure, had slipped up this time and been captured.

Several days earlier, after devising a plan to tear out the weeds by their roots, the Four Seas Hall Master had immediately sought out the Lord of the Clouds to ask his opinion and see whether he could borrow some God-Binding Sinew, the restraint the Four Rivers used specifically for prisoners. When he reached the Dragon King's command tent and explained his idea, the old dragon lord heartily approved. Not only did he give him a bundle of God-Binding Sinew, he also brought out a secret treasure of the Four Rivers, the Origin Spirit Lock. This lock looked like a mass of golden light and shadow, with countless golden threads circling and rippling within. According to the Lord of the Clouds, no immortal, however mighty, could escape once caught by it. Somewhat awkwardly, however, though the Origin Spirit Lock was immensely powerful, the old dragon lord had seldom used it since acquiring it. For all its ability to seize the heartstrings and imprison the origin spirit, it had one fatal flaw: it could only truly lock the origin spirit when its target's body, mind, spirit, and soul were entirely unguarded.

Thus, the Origin Spirit Lock was rather awkward in practice. Using it against ordinary people was a waste, but truly powerful divine beings never completely dropped their guard for even a moment, however carefree and playful they might seem. Caught between the lofty and the lowly, the fearsomely named Origin Spirit Lock had spent years