He wore neither iron shackles nor chains. This was an utterly empty room, containing only him, seated on the floor, and the rootless flame suspended beneath the ceiling.
He had actually never seen this method of confinement before, but the Joy-in-Death Tower seemed to have records of it.
-Ancient fire [Jieyou], which fed on all true qi. It did not need the human body to release it; it would sweep inside and burn every trace of true qi in the meridians to nothing.
His spirit body had been broken, his profound qi cut off. Beneath this flame's light, he had spent seven days weaker than he had ever been.
All of a Profound Gate Cultivator's own power came from three sources: spirit body, true qi, and profound qi. Now that all three had been sealed without a single gap, naturally, he could do nothing.
Except watch this flame.
Now, within this secret chamber, only it and his heart could pulse.
Watching its rhythms and leaps, sensing how it melted true qi. Observing everything about it.
Seven days and six hours of watching. He remembered it perfectly clearly.
Now, for the first time, he no longer wanted to watch it.
Seven days was a very delicate point in time.
He knew the scale of the Joy-in-Death Tower's operations in Shaolong, and he was familiar with the Immortal Platform's efficiency. This was about how long it would take to close the case.
He also knew [Shadow Face]'s condition. The sensation coming from that fire seed was growing steadily more vigorous-he had not been captured, and his recovery was going increasingly well.
Seven days was enough time for him to make his preparations.
More importantly, once a major criminal was imprisoned, this place rotated its guards every seven days. This was a highly