Chen Ping walked steadily all the way, stepping over the cold, hard volcanic rock slabs of the third layer of Black Rock Prison. Every step carried an aura as steady as a mountain.
On both sides of the road were densely packed, rusted prison doors, their iron doors covered in blood stains accumulated over a thousand years and a dark aura.
Layers of sealing runes wrapped around the door frames and chains, emitting a faint, suppressive spiritual light that tightly locked down the cultivators and experts imprisoned inside.
He raised his hand to focus, a pure and restrained chaotic power swirling around his fingertips, which he activated at will, a sharp cold light bursting from his palm.
The moment he raised his hand to swing his sword, the sword light condensed like a thread of a galaxy, and the razor-sharp blade instantly sliced through the thick sealing chains.
A series of crisp cracking sounds echoed through the dark corridor, as those ancient imprisoning runes blessed by the divine race were empowered by the divine race.
The mysterious iron sealing chains, which had endured ten thousand years of imperviousness, could not withstand the primordial destructive power of chaos power. They shattered inch by inch, iron fragments falling to the ground in a clatter.
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