David gave a deep order, activating the Demon Suppression Tower’s original space power with his spiritual energy.
The white light suddenly shrank rapidly, and over a thousand figures were sucked into the pillar of light. In the next second, they disappeared in place at the entrance of the Valley of Freedom without leaving a trace, leaving only an empty stretch of bluestone.
Zhao Tieshan stood alone, staring at the white beam of light that was slowly disappearing. He didn’t look away for a long time, silently wiped the warm tears from the corners of his eyes, prayed silently, and waited for the star’s triumphant return.
The Northern Underworld Prison is a forbidden area in the extreme north, far from the territory that humans and spirits can inhabit. It stands alone in a black frozen wasteland that is barren and desolate, isolated from the world and filled with evil energy.
If we look at the various famous purgatory realms in heaven, each has its own terrifying characteristics.
Deep within the Black Rock Prison, magma churned and fire raged, the extremely high temperature enough to melt gold and erode bones, leaving only barren land.
The Red Flame Prison was filled with ravines of lava, and the fire energy was so strong that spiritual cultivators who stepped inside would suffer a loss of vital energy and be severely restrained.
The Northern Underworld Prison, on the other hand, was an extremely yin and cold place, the entire prison was buried deep beneath the frozen ground for ten thousand years, cutting off sunlight, spiritual energy, and all life in the world.
This place was not a natural danger zone, but rather the location of an ancient battlefield left over from the great war between gods and demons.
Tens of thousands of years ago, countless mighty warriors fought bloody battles here, their souls and bodies destroyed, their blood seeping through layers of rock and soil, penetrating thousands of feet underground.
Even though it had been eroded for tens of thousands of years, the land still maintained a dark red color, mottled and uneven, like a blood-red scar on the earth that had never healed, a shocking sight.
On that desolate plain, there were no flowers, no grass, no insects, no wild beasts, no traces of life, only eerie silence and cold. The wind howled all year round, and an evil aura enveloped the place. When someone stepped on it, he would feel oppressed and his spiritual power would stagnate.
The entire main prison area of the Northern Underworld Prison is hidden deep underground, surrounded by thick and hard frozen soil that has remained unchanged for thousands of years, layered, as hard as top-grade black iron.
In addition, the fort is strengthened by a thick and continuous layer of basalt, so its defense is very strong. Even if ordinary immortal cultivators bombarded it with all their strength, they would have difficulty breaking through the barrier in the slightest.
The entire prison area was only connected to the ground level by a deep, narrow, and dark passage, with no other way out. This makes it easy to defend and difficult to attack, making it a natural fortification for heavy troops.
The cliff walls on both sides of this sole pathway were filled with sacred light barriers that were only meant for gods, with layers of ancient golden runes flashing alternately between light and dark.
Deep within the dimly lit alley, many pairs of alert and cold eyes stared intently at the movements in the surrounding barren land.
These restrictions were interlinked, layered, forming a complex system consisting of over a hundred interconnected elements, combining attack and defense, making it practically impenetrable.
Ordinary low- and mid-level cultivators would be instantly locked in by the restrictions within a hundred feet radius of the passage, and the mighty holy light would instantly annihilate them, leaving no trace of their bodies or even souls.
Even high-level immortal cultivators would pay a heavy price if they rashly barged in, suffering heavy injuries and barely surviving.
Currently, at the entrance of the Northern Underworld Prison’s only land passage, two towering figures stood side by side, their auras cold and terrifying, firmly guarding the vital passage and not giving anyone the chance to launch a surprise attack.
Both of them were core warriors of the God Clan, with cultivation reaching the peak of the ninth rank of the True Immortal Realm. They were only one step away from reaching the Consummation of the Immortal Realm, possessing extraordinary combat strength and a notorious reputation.
On the left was a man with a towering physique like a mountain, standing tall, with broad shoulders and a thick back, his body was imposing and imposing.
Every muscle on his body was bulging and muscular, with sharp and strong lines. He did not appear like a body made of flesh and blood, but rather like a piece of fine steel that had been forged through countless hammer blows, making him invincible.
The surface of the skin is always covered in a faint dark golden light, even and dense, without the slightest blemish.
This was the exclusive mark left behind by the Pure Yang Immortal Body after ten thousand years of arduous cultivation. His physical body transcends the limits of the mortal world, making it difficult to be harmed by swords, water, fire, and magic. Its physical defense is unmatched among its kind.
He carried no holy weapons or sharp swords, relying solely on his bare fists to roam the Northern Territory and intimidate cultivators of all races.
His fists were covered in calluses and old scars of varying depths. Every scar was a medal left by cross-border battles and life-and-death struggles, witnessing the deaths of countless enemies under his fists.
This person was none other than the strongest physical warrior under the command of the gods—the Mighty Warrior.
They specialized in cultivating supreme and invincible physical body techniques of pure Yang, avoiding shortcuts in spiritual power and magic, and focusing solely on strengthening their physique.
In close combat, no one at his level could withstand three blows from him; his physical fighting ability was unrivaled in the entire Northern Border God Clan region.
The soldier’s gaze was sharp like an unsheathed sword, sweeping across the vast and desolate expanse of desert.
Piercing through the roar of the wind, he precisely aimed at the faint white light flickering in the distant horizon, a wild and cold smile tugging at the corners of his lips.
FAQ Novel
Q: What is the primary objective of the team?
A: The team is preparing for a dangerous mission, likely involving the heavily guarded Northern Underworld Prison.
Q: Who issues a warning about the mission’s danger?
A: Zhao Tieshan warns about the perils of the Northern Underworld Prison, emphasizing its heavy guard and powerful figures.
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