However, after Nie Jiuque’s death, Zuo Yan took advantage of the barrier’s weakening to transform this place into a dungeon, setting numerous traps.
The king of the beasts here became the Guardian of Zuo Yan’s dungeon.
Yet those imprisoned here are not those guilty of heinous crimes, but rather those who oppose Zuo Yan, most of whom belong to the Demon Clan.
Many were once Nie Jiuque’s loyal subordinates.
Those who defied him, refused to collude with him, plotted to seize power, threatened him, or simply those among his own kind he disliked, were all heartlessly confined here to suffer endless torment, never to see daylight.
Amidst the rolling quicksand, a black figure gradually emerged, the newcomer seemed injured, stumbling somewhat awkwardly.
It was Zuo Yan, tormented under Nie Jiuque’s hand.
At the dungeon’s entrance lay a massive beast, sensing someone approach, the beast opened its eyes, saw it was Zuo Yan, then lazily closed its eyes and slept.
Zuo Yan didn’t spare the beast a glance, raising his hand to open the barrier at the entrance, then entered the dungeon.
The deeper he went, the darker and more unsettling it became, and the air grew damp, saturated with the smell of fresh blood, tantalizing the nerves.
Staying here a moment longer is torture, impossible to imagine the innocent people Zuo Yan locked away for hundreds of years.
Zuo Yan treaded deeper into the darkness step by step.
In the darkness, faint breathing and the clattering of chains could occasionally be heard, the sound of fetters on the imprisoned.
Zuo Yan walked, feeling the gaze of hatred that wished to cut him into a thousand pieces from the cells on either side.
To him, this gaze is a kind of pleasure.
The more they hate him, the happier he is.
Because among these people, most were Nie Jiuque’s followers.
This is a testament to his victory.
Those damned people deserved to be trampled under his feet.
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When this place became a dungeon, he allotted a spot for Nie Jiuque, deep within the dungeon.
Zuo Yan slowly closed his eyes, envisioning Nie Jiuque bound in chains weighing thousands of pounds, imprisoned within the dungeon...
It must be a sight to behold.
Zuo Yan slightly curved his lips, couldn’t help but smile.
Finally, he stopped at the deepest part of the dungeon, first glancing at the empty cell on the left he reserved for Nie Jiuque, then turned, looking at the cell on the right.
The air was thick with the smell of blood.
Feeling the gaze of the imprisoned person inside, Zuo Yan smiled.
He raised his hand, flicked his sleeve, and the oil lamps on both sides of the cell lit up.
The firelight flickered, only illuminating the narrow area surrounding it.
But it was enough for Zuo Yan and the prisoner to see each other clearly.
Inside, the person’s wrists and ankles were tightly locked in chains, and their waist was bound by an iron ring weighing thousands of pounds, the other end of the chain sank into the iron wall.
Their once snowy white robes were drenched, stained with blood.
Both shoulders, their clothes and flesh were torn by some unknown object, exposing the white bones within, blood flowing incessantly.
Even the white jade at their waist was stained red, beneath them a pool of blood had formed.
The whole person looked as if they had been fished out of a Blood Pool, extremely terrifying.
If not for the chains restraining them, they would likely be collapsed on the floor.