For three millennia, not a single soul who entered the Divine Prison had ever walked out.
This was the most terrifying jail in the world, as if it were another realm entirely separate from the vast lands of Jiuzhou.
Within this realm, there were no monks, no Soul Cultivators, no Body Refinement practitioners, only ordinary people.
Anyone who entered would have all their cultivation sealed by an unfathomable force during their first moment inside.
Such a seal was something Xie Tian found most unbearable.
Having once been crippled of his Inner Strength by Wuchen, he had resolutely embarked on the path of Body Refinement, only to discover now that there was still a force in this world capable of sealing his very flesh.
In the past, Xie Tian would have erupted in boundless murderous intent, hell-bent on destroying this realm or even draining all his might to control such a force.
But now, he could only stare blankly, wanting nothing but to remain in a daze.
