DRIP! DRIP! DRIP! In the depths of the Immortal Asylum, silence reigned supreme, save for the slow drip of the remaining blood stains on the walls.1

Down a long, dark corridor was a group of three people.0

Leading the way was a young man with golden eyes, followed by a 13-year-old Sword Cultivator from the Primordial Ruins, known as Yuan Jian, and the Phoenix Empress trailing behind.0

The Phoenix Empress, draped in a long dress made of azure feathers, was a sight to behold. This dress, a transformation of her own feathers, clung to her skin, accentuating her snow-white neck and long legs, exuding an exotic charm.0

Yet, even with her stature in the Nine Hells, she felt a tremor of fear in the presence of these two brothers, wary of making a mistake that might anger the young lad beside her.0

"They said they needed a guide, yet they don't speak to me?" she mused, casting a worried glance at Yuan Jian from the corner of her eye.0

Being a Hell Warden, her senses were sharp!0

The brothers carried themselves with an air of superiority. Despite the polite facade of the golden-eyed young man, the Phoenix...0