In the dungeon at the foot of the central peak, Tianyu was lying down in a strange posture where every part of his body twisted in a different direction, motionless. It also seemed as if he had lost all sense of the outside world, because Wei Yuan had stepped into his jail cell and watched him for the full duration of a teatime, yet he had showed no sign of change whatsoever.

Speechless, he summoned a jailer and asked, “How long has he been like this?”

“Three days. He hasn’t moved a muscle during this time.”

Wei Yuan was even more at a loss for words. Upon closer observation, he discovered that the mystic energy within Tianyu’s body was ebbing and flowing like the tides, pulsing in a highly rhythmic pattern. Although it seemed like nothing at first glance, it harbored a terrifying power much like the hidden currents of the ocean. Judging by his aura alone, he had actually made further progress and was now just a step away from becoming a Great Warlock. Given the right opportunity, he could advance at any moment.

It seemed Tianyu had turned his cell into a training room, and his imprisonment into a form of cultivation.

Wei Yuan certainly wasn’t going to let him enjoy his imprisonment so comfortably. After a moment’s thought, he drew the Crimson Night Slayer of Immortals, channeled half of The End of All Vicissitudes, and flicked the blade lightly in Tianyu’s direction!

In Tianyu’s consciousness,...