Chapter 805: Zhou An

There was no sunlight, no moonlight, only endless gloom.

It was pitch black, every inch of space cold and filled with a somber atmosphere, like the world Yun'er now inhabited—an abyss that, if prolonged, would drive one mad.

Yang Tian's hand, clasped behind his back, trembled slightly. He took a deep breath, gradually calming the nerves that were about to break through reason. He did not know what was hidden here, so he could not act rashly.

Once inside, Yang Tian's gaze swept around. There were iron cages, each holding various people: the elderly, the young, women, and even children.

As the two entered, hostile glances were cast at them from all around, but no one dared to shout or curse, for that would lead to their death.

When some saw the female demon, they couldn't help but shudder, fear emerging in their eyes.

This woman was the most vicious; almost everyone imprisoned here feared her, because the female demon enjoyed torturing young girls—she was mentally twisted.

Noticing the terrified looks around him, Yang Tian's mouth twitched, and he wanted to shout, "I am not her!"

"Please, Divine Maiden, this way," the old man said fawningly as he walked deeper inside. The Second Divine Maiden was a sure Wheel Sea realm powerhouse, and with future opportunities, she could step into the realm of gods and demons. When else would he build a good relationship if not now?

Yang Tian nodded slightly and walked inward, his gaze sweeping over the people inside. Though they were all in a sorry state, they exuded a noble aura, clearly they had been mortals before being imprisoned.

"What special material is this?" Yang Tian began to examine the iron of the cages. The material gave him a sense of unshakable strength—it was no ordinary thing.

The entire prison was vast; wherever his eyes landed, there were iron cages, roughly one every five steps.

The scene presented was countless iron cages in a dim prison, just a corner of the picture, yet it was so heart-wrenching.

"How many people are imprisoned here?!" Yang Tian roared in his heart. He couldn't even see the end of it—it was simply unbelievable.

The old man's heart was uneasy. He thought to himself, "Why does the Divine Maiden have such an interest in viewing these people? Has she developed a new hobby?"

Previously, the demoness's hobby was torturing little girls—specifically, pretty little girls—in this vast prison, making countless humans watch.

Stepping on the blood-stained ground, Yang Tian's heart was immensely heavy. Though he did not know these people, they were still human, and this scene was too brutal.

Gradually, heart-wrenching roars sounded. Yang Tian couldn't help but look, and the sight before him made his eyes bloodshot.

It was a scene of people holding sharp knives, piercing chests, gouging out origins, and extracting blood!

Everywhere was the smell of blood, the sound of agonized screams, and the will of the unwilling. This was hell!

People were pinned to the ground, their blood drawn. There were butchers with cleavers, extracting blood but not letting them die, applying medicinal juice to the wounds, and then locking them back up!

The scene presented was a vast hall, where strong humans lay on the ground, sobbing incessantly, coughing blood, and letting out agonized roars. Their souls were as if in purgatory, wishing for death.

A flame of anger began to kindle in Yang Tian's heart. How could they commit such inhuman acts?

"Divine Maiden, these blood slaves cry too miserably. Let's leave quickly," the old man couldn't help saying. Even he found the scene unsettling.

"Blood slaves!" Yang Tian roared in his heart. So the strong here were used to nourish blood with blood—blood slaves!!

How was the Blood Demon Altar constructed? Where did the demon race get so much blood before they emerged? There was only one explanation: they drained all the blood of these humans and then made their hearts produce more blood!

These were blood slaves, an endless cycle. The demon race could obtain vast amounts of blood to build the Blood Demon Altar!

Yang Tian was enraged. This kind of racial fury, this sin was unforgivable. It was a tragic scene of human strongmen, too painful to recall.

The people here were all blood slaves. They had once been powerful experts, but now they were treated worse than pigs and dogs.

The old man urged him on. Yang Tian glanced sideways at him, causing the fellow to shiver—he too knew fear.

As they went deeper, the surrounding scenes gradually faded, and the iron cages became fewer. But the further in they went, the more a terrifying formation began to emanate; the entire place was shrouded in great arrays.

"It seems this is the depths of the prison," Yang Tian noted inwardly, sensing the changes around him.

His eyes then swept over the people around him, and his eyelids twitched. There were disciples from the Star Sect, the Alchemy Alliance, the Carefree Valley... and so on!

"Good heavens, the strongmen from all major powers have been captured here!" Seeing the young faces, Yang Tian couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "All are demigod bodies. How did they get so many?"

Moreover, what surprised him even more was the presence of powerful soul bodies!

The soul bodies here were all very strong, most at the Soul Refining level, each locked inside.

"What is this?" His eyes suddenly contracted. Yang Tian saw a terrifying soul body emanating dreadful fluctuations—it was actually a Saint Manifestation expert!

Yang Tian was deeply shocked. The further he went, the more his heart tightened. There were several soul bodies here that emitted overwhelming battle intent, like war souls, extremely terrifying.

"Who exactly are these people? The continent couldn't have so many Saint Manifestation soul bodies, and with such powerful battle intent?" Yang Tian thought in astonishment.

Such terrifying battle intent was extremely rare; each war soul could only be tempered through countless battles.

As he neared the end, Yang Tian sensed a fluctuation that made even his soul body tremble.

His eyes darted over. It was a fearsome old man, also a soul body, with terrifying aura all over, emitting overwhelming battle intent, exuding a momentum that could conquer the eight directions!

This was a human strongman. Although a soul body, his battle intent gave Yang Tian a feeling of indestructibility—truly terrifying.

The old man opened his eyes, which had been closed for who knows how many years. His dark eyes flickered with a heart-stirring fluctuation, then fixed on Yang Tian.

Their eyes met. Yang Tian's heart jolted—this old man was terrifying, definitely no ordinary expert.

The old man glanced at Yang Tian, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes. He squinted slightly, feeling that this young man was very strange.

Sensing that he had caught the old man's attention, Yang Tian's heart sank. He hesitated briefly. This old man was so terrifying, with overwhelming battle intent, no ordinary mortal. His own battle intent was nowhere near as formidable, and from this battle intent, he detected an unyielding will—this was definitely a renowned expert.

In the Ancestral Dragon Ring, Yang Tian showed a scene to Yang Xiao. His face changed dramatically, and he said incredulously, "He is the Alchemy King: Zhou An!"

"Alchemy King..." Yang Tian's eyes lit up, and he quickly said, "The owner of the Purple Cloud Cauldron!"

"Yes, this man was once the Grand Elder of the Yang family!" Yang Xiao couldn't help saying, because his impression of this man was too deep. When he was still a greenhorn, he had even been instructed by the Alchemy King!

"What?" Yang Tian was stunned. This old man was actually their Yang family's Grand Elder!

"Indeed, the Alchemy King was not only a master alchemist but also extremely powerful in combat—a Great Divine Ability cultivator!" Yang Xiao was very surprised that the Alchemy King was still alive!

"We must find a way to rescue him..." Yang Xiao was very excited. This was a super expert who had held a very high position in the Yang family.

"Senior..." Suddenly, a faint sound rang out by the old man's ear. His mind, sealed for who knows how many years, seemed to revive.