The second level of the Demon-Suppressing Prison no longer held officials and assassins, but truly powerful beings.
They included the sect masters of certain evil sects and great demons from the Nether Department. It was even said that some fiends left over from ancient times were held there.
Jing Jiu's soles never actually touched the ground, or they would certainly have made a sound.
But from the minute changes in the air beneath his shoes, he sensed that the gravel on the ground had softened considerably, like hard candy left baking in the sun for a long time.
This was already deep within the Demon-Suppressing Prison, so naturally there was no sun, yet it was still hot-countless times hotter, even, than the sunlit surface.
The second level of the Demon-Suppressing Prison was called the Endless Day Prison. Apart from meaning that sunlight was never seen here and that no one could ever leave, the name might also have had something to do with this terrifying, stifling heat.
The air was filled with a fiery aura, as though someone had scattered countless flecks of ground chili into it. A single breath would burn the throat painfully.
Jing Jiu disliked the cold of Shangde Peak and the Snowfield, but paid little mind to extreme heat. Besides, he was not breathing just then, so he did not have to worry about choking and coughing.
He continued forward. The air grew increasingly stifling, and the darkness deepened.
He could see many ripple-like lines appearing on the surfaces of the exposed stone walls.
Those were not signs of weathering, but marks left by the heat waves softening the stone.
After he had walked for an unknown length of time, the oppressive heat finally began to recede, and the temperature dropped slightly. Jing Jiu stopped and