Chapter 428: This World is the Only One for Jailers

Prison Division thirty-three worlds, first world.

Above the firmament, the red sun hung high, exuding infinite heat, baking the earth.

There was no divine remnant face in the sky here, but the strange substances in this place were also incomparably rich.

The strange substances permeating the Wanggu Continent affected not only Wanggu itself, but also all small worlds connected to it.

It was just that there were no gods inhabiting the sun and moon here; those were transformed from the gazes of the four original Heavenly Dao of this world, and after being transformed by the Sword-Holding Palace, they became sharp weapons.

Now, under the sun formed by the gaze, heat waves rolled, and the clouds and mist became thin, making the two figures, one old and one young, walking in the sky exceptionally distinct.

The old man was Ghost Hand.

The young man was Xu Qing.

"The work of a Bing District jailer is actually very simple, which is to patrol this world."

"You are not the only jailer in this world. Including you, there are sixty-seven people in total. The scope of patrol and the time, etc., will be arranged when you can descend to this world alone."

"Before that, what you need to do is follow me and let me take you to familiarize yourself with everything here."

Ghost Hand spoke while walking forward.

Xu Qing said respectfully that it was so.

"In addition, Xu Qing, becoming a Bing District jailer has two benefits." Ghost Hand smiled, took out an old wine jar from his body, and drank a large mouthful.

"The first benefit is that there is no limit to the number of killings every month, but you cannot kill too many either; judge for yourself."

"The second benefit is actually what all Bing District jailers care about most, and that is to gain insights within this small world."

"Because all the rules and laws of this place are mastered by us, it is more suitable for cultivators to gain insights into the operation of heaven and earth and study how the Heavenly Dao is formed."

"This is the key to being promoted to Spirit Treasury. The secret treasury of a Spirit Treasury cultivator must have the Heavenly Dao sitting in town."

"Although you haven't reached Nascent Soul yet, there are benefits to gaining insights in advance. Later, when your cultivation is sufficient and you can patrol alone, you will notice the corresponding benefits. Of course, how much you gain depends on your good fortune."

Xu Qing kept it in mind.

This was the first time he had heard about Spirit Treasury. Although he could ask his master and Immortal Zixuan about these questions, he still expressed gratitude for Ghost Hand's notification, so he cupped his fists and bowed.

Ghost Hand smiled, drank another mouthful of wine, and when passing by a wilderness, he looked down and chuckled.

"By the way, I forgot to say just now, as a Bing District jailer, you also have to feed them occasionally when patrolling."

After speaking, Ghost Hand waved his hand, and immediately some waste elixirs that contained a large amount of strange substances and only possessed a little spiritual energy were thrown down by him.

"Watch carefully, the fun is coming." Ghost Hand licked his lips and looked at the earth.

Xu Qing also cast his gaze down.

The moment they looked, the ground of the wilderness suddenly exploded, and streaks of bone-thin figures rushed out from within rapidly.

Some of these figures had human shapes, but more were foreign races, with different appearances, and even spiritual plants.

At this moment, they rushed out in unison, each with madness and longing in their eyes, rushing toward those waste elixirs, and even more brutally attacking each other, fighting to the death.

It seemed that for them, these waste elixirs were like supreme treasures, making them crazy for them.

Xu Qing saw a blue-scaled foreign race with six arms. In order to get a waste elixir, he did not hesitate to destroy half of his arms. After swallowing the elixir, his expression revealed satisfaction, and he fled crazily.

But it was still too late; he was rushed by a group of foreign races and was directly torn apart and eaten, in order to obtain the medicinal power that had not been decomposed and digested.

There was also an area where hundreds of prisoners had red eyes, constantly fighting and snatching. In the end, the foreign race who successfully snatched it had a look of longing on his face amidst his full-body blood, swallowing the elixir stained with flesh and blood.

Similar situations were everywhere. As the elixirs fell, almost every elixir would trigger a tragic struggle.

Soon, this wilderness was full of corpses, and those surviving prisoners also noticed Xu Qing and Ghost Hand in the sky, kneeling and bowing one after another, as if looking at gods.

"This area was all caught in the last hundred years, so they can still jump around and are more fun."

"That six-armed race who was torn apart and eaten, before being caught, killed Executive Palace cultivators with the power of seven infants. He was quite famous outside at that time, but here, although he is still Nascent Soul, he is incomparably fragile after being assimilated by this small world."

"And that flying-wing race with wings on his back was caught by me. He is even more powerful. His eight-infant body once ravaged Zhaoxia Prefecture. You say, they recall the calling of wind and rain outside, but are so miserable at this moment, how will their mood be?"

Ghost Hand grinned.

Xu Qing looked at the earth, seeing that the cultivation of these prisoners was incomparably fragile. They were clearly Nascent Soul, and their aura was also, but the feeling they gave him was that he could crush them to death with one finger.

"As for those waste elixirs, the reason they are eager is that spiritual energy is exhausted here. In order to live, in order not to die, they must make their cultivation exist, so they risk the price of dying once to snatch them."

Xu Qing frowned. He felt that Ghost Hand's words were a bit problematic. Risking the price of dying once in order not to die—this was a bit contradictory.

Ghost Hand smiled and did not explain immediately, but took Xu Qing forward.

Passing through mountain ranges and deserts, until finally reaching a plain with a large range.

Here, Xu Qing's pupils constricted.

He saw countless figures sitting cross-legged on the ground.

These Myriad Tribes sitting cross-legged were all motionless, eyes closed, cultivating silently.

Although there was vitality on their bodies, it was incomparably dim, and this entire plain existed with an astonishing formation, constantly extracting life and cultivation from them.

"There is another rule in this world, which is resetting."

"Except for being killed by jailers, other prisoners who die here will experience a reset once a month, resurrecting in the reset, and permanently erasing a part of their memory and all recorded items."

"After dying many times, they become walking corpses without any memory, appearing here in a daze, becoming the power source for the operation of the capital's taboo magic treasures."

"Do you know, Xu Qing, for a prisoner, what is painful is having memories, because everything in the memory is a contrast to the present, which is the most heart-eating."

"But at the same time, memory is also their only remaining private property, incomparably precious, and everything that supports them after losing freedom. So the gradual deprivation of memory will make them even more incomparably fearful."

"Thus, not going to snatch elixirs and failing to replenish spiritual energy will make them die faster, so there is the price of dying once to exchange for the opportunity not to die too many times."

"Drinking poison to quench thirst, the taste must be very good." Ghost Hand smiled cruelly.

Xu Qing nodded. He had already understood the character of this old jailer during the secret training that day.

Sweeping his gaze at this moment, Xu Qing suddenly looked at a slightly different area in the crowd.

The ground color there was crimson, different from the base color of the plain. Looking from the sky, this small piece of land was very obvious.

Inside, there were more than forty prisoners sitting cross-legged, all of whom were Near-Immortal tribes.

Inside, there was one Xu Qing had seen.

It was the specimen brought by Ghost Hand when he explained the fatal points of the Myriad Tribes that day.

"The three races have a covenant, so there is no way. These Near-Immortal tribe prisoners can only be imprisoned for ten years at most before they have to be sent back." Noticing Xu Qing's gaze, Ghost Hand drank another mouthful of wine and spoke somewhat helplessly.

"Although such a short time is difficult to erase too many memories, it still has some effect. But three hundred years ago, the Prefect was kind-hearted and, in order not to destroy the friendship with the Near-Immortal tribe, ordered to stop the matter of erasing the memories of Near-Immortal tribe prisoners."

"So since then, the Near-Immortal tribe has been thrown here directly, serving as short-term spirit stones."

Xu Qing nodded. He thought of the secret mission about the Near-Immortal tribe's immortal puppets given by the Palace Master, so he paid a few more looks.

"Senior Ghost Hand, have you fought against the immortal puppets of the Near-Immortal tribe?" Xu Qing asked.

"Immortal puppets? Fought, but that thing is too evil, full of strange substances, and extremely difficult to damage, and it will recover itself." After Ghost Hand finished speaking, he glanced at Xu Qing.

"Are you very interested in immortal puppets?"

Xu Qing nodded.

"Then I suggest you ask the Prefect. He is knowledgeable, and I heard that he has also studied the immortal puppets of the Near-Immortal tribe."

"Don't talk about this, let's go. There are more places like this ahead. I'll take you to familiarize yourself well."

Ghost Hand walked forward.

Xu Qing followed behind.

The two flew over this plain with an astonishing range, saw the ocean, and saw the withered jungle.

As Ghost Hand occasionally threw down elixirs, Xu Qing also saw many life-and-death struggles like before, and there were also many places where formations extracted vitality.

At the same time, Xu Qing also saw some Bing District jailers along the way. These people were responsible for different areas and bowed respectfully after seeing Ghost Hand. Under Ghost Hand's introduction, these Bing District jailers also glanced at Xu Qing a few times and nodded slightly, but their expressions were mostly cold.

"Later, when you can bear the rules of this place yourself and can patrol alone, they will naturally accept you. As for you now... you can't."

"In addition, do you know why they are respectful to me? It's not because I am the jailer of this world. These guys are arrogant in their bones, and there are even those with higher cultivation than me."

Ghost Hand drank a mouthful of wine, and a touch of pride appeared in his expression. Such an expression was rare on him.

Hearing this, Xu Qing revealed curiosity on his face at the right time and looked at Ghost Hand.

Ghost Hand laughed and pointed at his own forehead with his finger.

"Old man, I have average aptitude. In the eight hundred years since I stepped into Nascent Soul, I have never been able to break through to Spirit Treasury, but I have never slashed out an Imperial Sword in my life!"

"I have raised it for eight hundred years! Once this sword comes out, it will shake the heavens and the earth!"

"Eight hundred years?" Xu Qing was somewhat moved. He knew the power of the Imperial Sword; the longer it was raised, the greater the power. Once, someone raised a sword for two thousand years in Nascent Soul and slashed Return to Void.

But that was after all a cultivation technique record, not seen with his own eyes.

Today was the first time he had seen someone raise an Imperial Sword for nearly a thousand years.

This matter was too difficult. After all, cultivators fight and experience life and death. At some critical moments, they cannot help but use the sword they are raising.

Wanting to raise it for so long requires great opportunity and luck.

Noticing Xu Qing's expression, Ghost Hand's pride became even stronger.

"Old man, I am a jailer, and this sword is prepared for guarding this world."

"I have thought about it. After my lifespan is near and I am no longer a jailer, I will go out once and find a powerful foreign race that I don't like. I will go and slash it, removing one harm for my human race. In this way, old man, I haven't lived in vain, and my death has some value."

Xu Qing heard these words, and a look of admiration appeared on his face. He stood still and bowed to Ghost Hand to show respect.

Clearly, having this sword raised for eight hundred years was something Ghost Hand was quite satisfied with. Seeing Xu Qing's respect for his statement, he laughed, drank another large mouthful of wine, and walked forward happily.

Just like that, several hours passed in a flash. Under Ghost Hand's guidance, Xu Qing became more and more familiar with this world prison. And as time passed, the two also ended the journey and prepared to leave to return to the Prison Division.

But just then, Ghost Hand suddenly turned his head to look at the earth below, his expression sinking.

Where his gaze looked was a withered forest. Among the large number of withered trees, there was a big tree reaching the sky. Although the trunk was withered, it was still thick, and an old face grew on it.

At this moment, the eyes of this face slowly opened, revealing green eyes, looking at Xu Qing and Ghost Hand in the sky, revealing a touch of fear.

"Greetings, Lord Ghost Hand."

"I didn't tell you that you are not allowed to leave the place where you are, but you didn't obey and migrated here." In the sky, Ghost Hand's expression was gloomy, and he spoke coldly.

Afterward, he pointed at this tree and introduced it to Xu Qing.

"You remember this one. It is not an ordinary tree person, but the only Wood Spirit tribe person in the entire Prison Division."

"Although its tribe is average now, in the former era... it was extraordinary."

Ghost Hand spoke slowly.

Xu Qing gazed, examining the Wood Spirit tribe person.

"Before the Xuanyou Ancient Emperor, the Lingxia Ancient Emperor who unified the Wanggu Continent was born from the Ancient Spirit tribe. At that time, the Ancient Spirit tribe was the supreme tribe of Wanggu, even called the Heavenly Mandate Tribe."

"Its five-element spirits under its command each formed a lineage."

Ghost Hand spoke indifferently.

"But afterward, it declined, and the bloodline of the Ancient Spirit tribe was nearly extinct, and the five spirits under its command fell apart. In my Fenghai County, there is a remnant of the Wood Spirit tribe. Because their temperament is gentle, they have been living in peace."

"This one is a tribesman within it, but its temperament is different from its tribe. It is very bloodthirsty. Three hundred years ago, it caused chaos in a place, and I captured it and suppressed it here."

"This one is a member of the clan within, but its personality is different from its kin; it is extremely bloodthirsty. Three hundred years ago, it wreaked havoc in a region, and I captured it to suppress it here."