Cultivating for a hundred lifetimes to ascension-Chapter 520 - 340: To Surrender or Not to Surrender?

Chapter 520 -340: To Surrender or Not to Surrender?

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The cell door was successively opened, and the Prohibition was temporarily suppressed.

Zhao Sheng finally got to see the first super criminal.

This person turned out to be a white-clad woman with a beautiful face, her head bowed and her hair scattered so her eyes couldn’t be seen. Although she was in prison, her clothes were still spotless, and she radiated a sacred light, like a transcendent lotus blooming untainted amidst filth.

Zhao Sheng wanted to take a closer look but was abruptly pulled by the arm by Wei Chong and dragged out of the cell roughly.

He didn’t resist, allowing the other person to pull him outside.

Just before leaving the cell, a drop of blood silently fell to the ground.

“Finished looking? Then hurry and go! To the next one.”

The cell door slowly closed, and as the last sliver of a gap was sealed, the white-clad woman with hair draped over her shoulders suddenly raised her head. A cold and detached gaze filtered through her hair, looking towards the door, eventually settling on an inconspicuous spot on the ground beneath the door.

After leaving the cell, Zhao Sheng followed Wei Chong past three more cell doors without stopping a step.

The seventeen-layered Prison was silent and quiet, the atmosphere heavy and gloomy, incomparable to the “bustle” of the upper levels of the Divine Prison.

But… with each cell Zhao Sheng passed, he sensed a faintly dangerous aura emanating from within, as if extremely dangerous ghosts and demons were imprisoned inside.

As a former Nascent Soul Ancestor, he knew this was not an illusion.

Over thousands of years, the Divine Prison had imprisoned countless Evil Gods and titans, and many heavy criminals had also died here. The accumulated fiendish, ghostly, and demonic aura in the cells over the years had not dissipated, gradually creating several “ominous places” artificially.

There were plenty of methods the high-ups of the Prison God Temple could use to purify these “ominous places,” yet they turned a blind eye, letting things take their course.

The sinister intentions behind this were all too apparent.

After walking another thirty to forty steps, Wei Chong suddenly stopped in front of a silver-white cell door, seemingly intent on opening it.

Before long, the double doors of the cell were opened one by one, and they stepped inside.

Woo woo!

Entering the cell, they heard a series of woeful ghost wails echoing through the air, and in the depths of the cell stood a huge black Iron Coffin, both longer and wider than a typical coffin by more than double. The coffin’s surface was covered in red as fire iron chains, engraved with countless talismans that sealed demons and subdued ghosts.

At that moment, around the coffin, ghost fires flickered and danced, while in the dark corners beneath, shapes of Lonely Ghosts cowered, emitting sounds of ghostly wails and sorrowful cries.

“Head Wei, what kind of ancient corpse is imprisoned in this iron coffin that it could attract so many Lonely Ghosts? Moreover, the Prohibition here seems to have no reaction at all.”

“The more you know, the faster you die! Hurry up and leave; this place is no place to linger.”

Having said that, Wei Chong pushed Zhao Sheng out the door and quickly closed the cell door again.

At that moment, Zhao Sheng’s gaze inadvertently swept over the Divine Control Map on the ceiling, causing his pupils to contract slightly.

Even though it was just a fleeting glance, it was enough.

The Divine Guardian, which was originally depicted with three heads and a thousand arms, looking sacred and dignified, now appeared somewhat twisted and eerie. Both heads, one representing good and the other evil, had their eyes wide open, and the pupils within were pitch black.

…

The next prisoner was relatively normal, merely of a higher realm, barely qualifying as a False Core Realm Main Priest, rumored to have been locked up in the Divine Prison for spreading the faith of an Evil God.

After that, Zhao Sheng followed Wei Chong on a brief tour, seeing all the prisoners on both the seventeen and eighteen layers in one breath.

Afterward, Zhao Sheng felt somewhat surprised; he hadn’t expected the prisoners on the bottom two layers to be so few.

All together, there were only about twelve or thirteen of them, but their strengths were decent, at least above the level of the Golden Core Realm.

Apart from that Iron Coffin and a red Big Cauldron, the rest were living beings, but there were only six pure members of the Human Clan. The others were Half-human Demons possessed by Demon Souls, “Stone Monsters” enlightened by Divine Spirits, a millennium-old ghost, Societal Ghost (self-proclaimed Societal God), and a Fifth-Order Hedgehog that spoke human language.

An hour later, Wei Chong led Zhao Sheng out of the black light curtain.

Seeing the light curtain close again and the Golden Puppet disappearing from their sight, Wei Chong breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, everything had gone smoothly without any incidents.

“Ninth, I’ve kept my promise, and our account is now settled. I don’t care what kind of sinister schemes you’re cooking up behind the scenes, but it’s best not to involve me.”

“Head Wei, you might be overthinking it. I’m merely fulfilling someone else’s trust, checking if a certain criminal is still alive. Now I’ve got my answer, and I can give a reply,” Zhao Sheng offered the excuse he had prepared in advance.

“That’s for the best! That’s for the best!” said Wei Chong, his expression relaxing upon hearing those words.

Becoming Prison Guards with no prospects, no hope, and in constant danger and yet expected to remain honest and incorruptible was laughable.

Therefore, gaining some extra benefits during tenure was an “open” secret in the Divine Prison.

Wei Chong hadn’t been exempt from performing tasks for others over the years, so he didn’t suspect Zhao Sheng’s excuse too much.

Even if something went wrong later on, it wouldn’t matter. By that time, he would have already moved to another position and severed all ties with the Divine Prison.

…

Three days later, Wei Chong was smoothly transferred, taking up the post of a military governor in a local jurisdiction, and needless to say, the perks within the military spoke for themselves to those who understood.

During this time, many Prison Guards had died, so soon a batch of new recruits took their place. Zhao Sheng also moved up a few ranks, becoming an old-timer in the Divine Prison.