In the dark Demon-Suppressing Prison, the old man was alone.
If anyone could have seen this scene, they would surely have found it very strange.
The old man was talking to himself, arguing with himself.
He was furious one moment, despairing the next, then fearful, then venomous, yet at times he was so calm that he bordered on indifference.
Then the old man began to hurt himself.
He used countless divine abilities to try to cut himself open, like those ignorant village women who tried to dig the ghosts out of their own bodies.
He even unleashed World in a Pot again, turning the Demon-Suppressing Prison into a little house.
Heaven and earth changed color, thunder and lightning raged, the ground shook, and dust and smoke billowed without end, until everything finally fell still.
Covered in blood, the old man knelt on the ground, clutching his head. His face kept changing, as though two people were struggling incessantly beneath a cloth curtain, screaming shrilly.
"You can't kill me! Don't kill me! Please! I've only lived a few tens of thousands of years. I haven't lived enough..."
Just then, a voice suddenly sounded nearby.
"Kill it."
The voice was somewhat weak, but very calm.
Another voice rang out.
"Please kill it."
The voice was very calm, but very firm.
Immediately afterward, more and more voices rang out all around.
These people were all prisoners in the Demon-Suppressing Prison.
The Demon-Suppressing Prison had shrunk considerably, bringing them all close by.
As expected of former Evil Path Experts and fearsome demon cultivators, they had actually survived the tremendous upheaval of World in a Pot.
They were all saying to kill it.
Only one powerful figure from the Nether Department said something different.
He only hoped that His Majesty the Nether Emperor