Five thousand years later.
Hunted to the brink of death, Wang Qicang had sunk into utter despair. With no other choice, he fled into the Starry-Sky Myriad Races' Immortal Prison to escape disaster. What awaited him were the most terrifying evil cultivators among all the Ten Thousand Clans of the Three Thousand Immortal Territories—killers who slaughtered people like cutting hemp.
The Immortal Prison had grown extraordinarily vast, spanning three frontiers and even housing vicious fiends from the Ten Thousand Clans of the Outer Domain.
It was indeed the best place to escape disaster, but it was also the bloodiest hell of utter evil. To survive, one had to extinguish one's Dao heart and live as a bloodthirsty beast.
Wang Qicang drew a deep breath.
Watching the fiends of the Ten Thousand Clans charge toward him, his gaze sharpened. With a low roar, he lunged at them instead!
Here.
He came to know countless Sin Races, as well as countless extraordinary figures from the Ten Thousand Clans. Even amid the battles to cling to life, he never stopped refining qi. Savage qi, blood qi, and more all became part of his qi refinement, for he had never learned any profound immortal arts. He had learned only the Myriad Dao Qi Refining Art.
Three thousand years later.
A Qi Condensation Stage cultivator titled "Scholar" rose to fame after slaying a Tribulation Transcendence Great Celestial Venerable in the Immortal Prison in the starry sky. His name shook the entire great prison star. This man was none other than Wang Qicang, but by now, he had almost reached the end of his road.
He was drenched in blood, his face pale and ghostly.
After three thousand years of bloody battles, day and night, traveling across tens of millions of miles, he looked