The old monsters all instinctively gazed at the same person. 0

He monopolized an entire section of the cramped, dark prison. None of the others dared to approach him.2

He looked ancient, with long, droopy white eyebrows and a kindly face. He had a tall hat, a wide belt, and an otherworldly air about him. His gaze was warm and approachable, yet the other old monsters instinctively lowered their heads, not daring to meet his eyes. Their dread was too great for words, for this seemingly benevolent old man was actually known as the Sovereign of Sin!0

He was the only truly unparalleled Great Profound Stage expert among them. And during the Primeval Era, he was famous for his ruthlessness and cruelty. His hands were drenched in so much blood that even other heretical cultivators paled at the mere mention of his name!0

“Haven’t you noticed that the Power of Annihilation forming this prison has dissipated considerably?” The Sovereign of Sin said in a voice as gentle as a spring breeze.0

The others exchanged glances, then nodded. They had indeed noticed this development.0

The Sovereign of Sin smiled. “That gives...0