The deeper they went, the darker the passage became. Universe Edge flew silently two feet above the ground, like a ghost.
For the third time since leaving the nunnery, Qing'er thought of the word "tomb." Feeling a little cold, she instinctively drew closer to Jing Jiu and clutched his collar.
On either side of the passage stood hard stone walls inscribed with runes, with powerful restrictive formations hidden within them.
Was this the legendary Green Mountain Sword Prison? Why had Jing Jiu come here?
Feeling the chill emanating from the rock walls, Qing'er understood the reason.
A cold vein ran beneath Shangde Peak. This was the coldest place among the peaks of Green Mountain, the place best suited for Snow Ji to cultivate and live.
What she did not know was that the Sword Prison was not normally this quiet. The cells on either side of the passage would give off savage auras like mountains and seas.
Even a single wisp of those savage, dark, filthy auras could contaminate an ordinary cultivator's Dao Tree, eventually destroying their Dao Heart.
Those stone chambers imprisoned many demons and evil gods of terrifying cultivation and strength, fiends whose names could stop children crying in the night.
But today, these prisoners made no sound. They desperately reined in their auras, not daring to let even a wisp escape.
Snow Ji sat at the very front of Universe Edge.
Wrapped in her quilt, she did not glance at the cells on either side or deliberately release her oppressive presence. She was even suppressing her aura with Heaven-Bearing Sword Intent. Yet the prisoners still sensed her presence clearly and felt boundless fear.
The demonic creatures had already knelt on their cell floors, touching their foreheads to the ground toward the stone doors. They dared not rise,