The One Who Truly Deserved Thanks

With his current Divine Dao cultivation, even Huo Yuan would have found it difficult to detect such probing. On Ji Ci, it was even more impossible for him to sense anything amiss.

"Alas... it really is serious."

After examining Ji Ci's Mind and Spirit Sea of Consciousness, Chen Yang silently sighed.

Just as he had expected, Ji Ci had guarded the Penal Division, a place where daylight never reached, for nearly a century. How could he possibly still be a normal person?

What Chen Yang had just seen was a soul riddled with devastation. All manner of spiritual corruption and demonic seeds of the heart, things ordinary people could scarcely endure, had already sunk deep roots into his soul.

It was only the innate blessing of fortune protecting him. Otherwise, he should have gone mad long ago.

If this terrible condition continued to worsen, Chen Yang estimated that within twenty years, Ji Ci would be unable to suppress those vile thoughts in his soul any longer. His mind would collapse, and he would descend into madness.

However, he did not immediately spell this out. Only after he and Murong Zhenlin ascended the Immortal Worship Tower did he say, "That little warden of yours is in rather poor condition."

Chen Yang did not specify what he meant, yet Murong Zhenlin understood at once.

"As expected of Senior. You saw Ji Ci's problem after meeting him only once."

At the mention of this, a trace of concern surfaced on Murong Zhenlin's face. "Ji Ci himself is not good with words, and I was also negligent in the past, failing to notice anything unusual about him. By the time the Imperial Preceptor discovered it, his condition had already become extremely severe."

"These past years, the Imperial Preceptor has been suppressing it for him,