Duke Lu had already made the necessary preparations.
He reported the matter to the Emperor, and decided to become the most diligent official from that day on, sitting in Taichang Temple and drinking tea every day.
In the meantime, he requested a position in Nanhezhou for his son, Lu Ming, for three years.
If nothing went wrong in three years and Jing Jiu came back, Lu Ming would be able to return to Zhaoge City. Otherwise, he would go to Aoyama through his relationship with the Gu Clan.
Duke Lu picked up the teacup again, and glanced at the outside of the room imperceptibly.
The carriage with the black cloth covering it had already disappeared.
Jing Jiu sighed in his mind, hoping that everything would go well.
The carriage with the black cloth covering it came to the deep end of Taichang Temple, passing through a patch of bamboo forest and continuing along a straight path.
The straight path was paved with cobblestones, and the wheels of the carriage made a squeaking sound as they rolled on the cobblestones.
The sound grew louder, because the straight path had gradually slanted and turned into a gentle slope, leading to the underground.
The officials here wore black official robes, on which a dragon claw was painted. They looked quite powerful, and it was obvious that they didn't belong to Taichang Temple.
A few officials locked the carriage in front of a stone wall with an iron chain.
The exquisite immortal figures and clouds were carved on the stone wall; it was unclear which sect the grandmasters belonged to.
The light suddenly dimmed, and the surroundings became dark.
The carriage sank into the ground slowly, like an animal sinking into a swamp; it was soundless, but it was frightening.
The deeper they went into the ground, the colder and colder it became. It was dark everywhere, and no light could be seen.
A few minutes later, the wheels of the carriage landed on the ground, making a "pah" sound.
Sitting in the carriage, Jing Jiu sensed the coldness and the endless darkness around him, calculating the position and distance in silence.
If he were to escape from here in the future, he had to remember all the things that had happened today and all the details.
A sound rang out outside the carriage, which should be the sound of the wheels rolling on the ground. The ground seemed to be covered with a layer of sand and pebbles, but the weight of the wheels seemed to be a bit too heavy.
Along with a few faint sounds, the formation attached to the carriage was removed, and the locked door was opened.
Even though he was in absolute darkness, Jing Jiu could still see enough with his sword eyes.
Two puppets appeared in front of the car door.
Under the puppet was a flat plate formed by eight small wheels. Its body was made of the hardest black gold, and there were extremely complicated arrays drawn on it. No wonder it was so heavy.
This place was just like the Sword Jail in Aoyama. The aura here was dark and filthy, or perhaps even stronger. Even a righteous expert with a firm Daoist heart would be infected if he lived here. In the best case scenario, his cultivation would be greatly damaged. In the worst case scenario, he would be possessed by the devil. In the worst case scenario, he might even be controlled by the dark and filthy aura. Therefore, just like the Sword Prison in Aoyama, there were no humans here.
The Dead Dog was in the Sword Jail of Aoyama.
There were puppets guarding this place.
What is this place?
There was a prison in Chaotian that was responsible for imprisoning the highly achieved swordsmen of the deviant sects, the devil men of the Underworld and the monsters of the Snowy Kingdom. It was the famous Fiend Prison.
Everybody knew about the existence of the Fiend Prison, including the mortals and the three-year-old children; but few people knew where the Fiend Prison was.
Even in the orthodox Cultivation sects and the Imperial court, few people knew the secret.
The Fiend Prison was Taichang Temple.
Its exact location was under Taichang Temple.
Duke Lu had been the Chief of Taichang Temple for many years. Many people thought of him as a noble person, but they didn't know that this meant that the Emperor had absolute trust in him.
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Jing Jiu was thinking of a way to leave with the two puppets of the mysterious gold so that he wouldn't look like a prisoner.
All of a sudden, he sensed a formidable energy coming from a distant place.
Such a formidable energy must have come from a powerful spiritual soul. Once it landed, it could easily crush or destroy all the non-material spiritual beings.
Even though this spiritual soul was not as powerful as the one in the deep end of the snowland, it was close to the level of the spiritual soul.
Jing Jiu didn't look at the source of the energy, nor did he react to it. It was because he had learned his lesson in the snowland. He was merely a young disciple of Aoyama with a low Cultivation state. No matter how powerful his spiritual energy was, he couldn't resist such a being head-on. As such, he couldn't let the opponent discover his existence.
Jing Jiu closed his eyes and guarded his Dao Heart, allowing the energy to land on him.
The huge waves formed in his Awareness Sea, spreading violently in all directions. Jing Jiu became a small boat in the vast ocean, all of his awareness sinking to the bottom of the ocean.
The energy soon turned into a hurricane sweeping over heaven and earth. As a result, Jing Jiu became a feeble and soundless fallen leaf in the wind, all of his energy dispersing with the wind.
Jing Jiu was like a regular Cultivation practitioner, knocked unconscious by the energy.
As the energy moved further away, that being didn't pay any more attention to the place.
Jing Jiu knew that the opponent hadn't discovered him, and that the opponent wasn't testing him. It was because every prisoner who entered the Fiend Prison would be baptized by this energy.
No matter whether he was a devil man of the Underworld or a highly achieved swordsman of the deviant sects, he would be crippled after passing this ordeal. His mind would collapse, and it would take a long time for him to wake up.
In this way, the Fiend Prison didn't have to worry about the prisoners escaping or committing suicide when they were first locked up.
This method was very brutal, and could even be called cruel. But thinking of that being who had suffered in Zhaoge City for so many years …
In a sense, it was even worse than the Dead Dog, so Jing Jiu could understand why it was so.
Two puppets of the magic gold dragged the "unconscious" Jing Jiu out of the carriage. They flew in the darkness for a long time, until they heard many noises.
Jing Jiu was locked in a cell.
Jing Jiu opened his eyes. He didn't try to sense the surroundings of the cell, but looked at the outside world.
There was no light in the dark Fiend Prison, but countless noises could be heard in the cliff-like world.
There were many caves everywhere among the cliffs, and the dangerous formations were everywhere. It was unclear how many prisoners were locked up here.
This was the first level of the Fiend Prison, where the prisoners were either the powerful officials, the assassins of Bulao Lin, or the elders of the deviant sects. After suffering the impact of the energy, some of them woke up slowly, but many of them were still immersed in the broken mental world.
Those people talked in a language that nobody could understand and sang a song that nobody could understand. They had been talking and singing for many years.
Hearing the sounds in the darkness, which sounded like tens of thousands of insects gnawing on the leaves, the prisoners with weak willpower would be scared unconscious.
Standing in front of the cell door, Jing Jiu listened to the noises calmly.
Every prisoner in the Fiend Prison wore the Source Lock, and the formations were protected in the cells. Their mental energy was shattered by the energy, so they had no chance of escaping.
Yet, this was not a problem for Jing Jiu, because he had two keys with him, and he knew how to unlock the formations in this cell.
Jing Jiu took out the keys, unlocked the Source Lock, unlocked the formations, opened the cell door, and walked into the darkness.
The Fiend Prison was managed by Duke Lu, so it was impossible for him to be trapped here, like the Sword Jail in Aoyama.
His luck had always been good, both in his previous life and this life.
Yet, he still had to be cautious. It was because Duke Lu was not the most powerful person in the Fiend Prison, and neither was the Emperor.
Jing Jiu didn't make any sound, nor did he breathe, nor did he have a heartbeat. He was like a ghost walking in the Fiend Prison.
It was impossible for those prisoners who had woken up and the highly sensitive puppets of the mysterious gold to discover his existence.
There was a broken cliff in the deep end of the darkness, with the old black vines hanging down from the edge of the cliff. Jing Jiu didn't jump down from the cliff by following the vines.
If someone could see the scene in the darkness, they would see his white cloth fluttering in the wind like a flower.
In fact, the rims of his cloth and his movement didn't make any sound in the wind.
It turned out that it was not a flower, but a cloud.
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