Chapter 6411

Jared moved forward at an even pace.

His boots crossed the cold, hard volcanic stone slabs of Blackstone Gaol’s Third Depth, and every step carried a presence as steady as a mountain.

On both sides of the passage, prison doors lined the walls in rusted rows.

Their iron surfaces were caked with bloodstains accumulated over thousands of years, and a dark, murderous aura clung to them like lingering smoke.

Sealing sigils wrapped layer upon layer around the doorframes and chains.

A dim, oppressive spiritual light pulsed from them, firmly suppressing the imprisoned cultivators within.