The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 4 My Name is Changtian

"Hello? May I ask where this is?" she asked cautiously. It's so inhumane to have such a handsome guy sit in the Water Prison!

The man surveyed her up and down with his wine-colored eyes, and Ning Xiaoxian couldn't help but hug her arms tightly, feeling as though she was being scanned by X-rays. Besides, this is the Immortal World, don't tell me his eyes have X-ray vision that can see people without clothes?

"Mortal?" Yes! That was the voice she heard just outside the door!

He must have seen something, his thin lips slightly parted, appearing somewhat shocked, "How can a mortal enter here?"

"Wait." He furrowed his brows too, clearly witnessing something unimaginable, the next sentence was earth-shattering, "You actually don't even have a Spirit Root."

"Wow, you can tell with one glance? The old master of the Chi Xiao Sect took a long time to figure that out!" This guy, he looks very high-end. Why is he here anyway?

"Chi Xiao Sect? What is that?" he asked coldly. They say aloof men are more arrogant, and he's the best example.

"That is a sect! By the way, who are you? Why are you locked up here? How long have you been here? What exactly is this prison-like place? Why do all the cells I see have only skeletons left?" She poured out questions like water from a bamboo tube, asking them all in one breath. She actually wanted to ask, "Why are you still alive," but she finally held back.

This spacious building was filled with a creepy atmosphere; she needed to talk to someone to ward off the fear, and so far, he was the only living person here.

He stared at her and motioned with his finger, "Come closer, and I shall tell you." The handsome man's fingers were slender and moved rhythmically, leading her to step forward in a daze. Fortunately, she snapped out of it and stopped in time.

The black stone floor just before her toes displayed a bright red line, vivid enough that one couldn't ignore it. If the builder of this mysterious prison specifically used this method to warn people of danger upon approach, then she had no reason not to comply.

Such a pity, just a small step away! The man also looked at the red line, his pupils constricted slightly, quietly sighing to himself.

"This is God Demon Prison created by a Heavenly God, specifically used to imprison all kinds of Divine Beasts and demons." He finally spoke, and unusually offered her some comfort, "Don't be afraid, since you can enter God Demon Prison, you are its master here, and I pose no threat to you."

Humph, she'd be surprised if she believed that last sentence. A creepy dungeon, a strange man, though he looks handsome and cool, his origin and intentions were unclear. She wasn't one of those mindless star-chasing girls on Earth, why would she be easily fooled?

Although she vaguely knew the grand prison could probably be used by her, hearing it confirmed from his mouth still pleased Miss Ning greatly. Nonetheless, why had all the prisoners died and turned into skeletons?

His words carried a slight sigh, "God Demon Prison has been closed for too long, many prisoners gradually died off. The skeletons you see are left by powerful God Demons. The weaker ones have long turned into ashes, leaving no traces behind." No wonder as she walked along, she noticed many of the cells were empty.

"Did they all die from old age?"

He showed a hint of mockery, "Die from old age? The lifespan of God Demons isn't infinite, but living for thirty to fifty thousand years is common. However, this prison automatically extracts Life Force from prisoners to keep it operating. When the prison doors are open, there's an influx of Spiritual Energy for some replenishment, but once the doors are closed, they can only be continuously extracted from, ultimately being drained to death!"

Sitting here watching the life force be drained away, yet being unable to do anything about it? Ning Xiaoxian shivered; the creator of this prison truly had a ruthless mind! To let a real God Demon exhaust its life, this place must have been closed for a very long time.

She murmured, "How long has the God Demon Prison been closed?"

He pointed to a huge and intricate timekeeper in the corner*: "Judging by its operation, it's probably been about 30,000 years."

Nani, did she hear that wrong? 30,000 years?!

In the world of Earth, the saber-toothed tiger became extinct less than 15,000 years ago, humans mastered the technology of making fire around 18,000 years ago, and the entire human civilization has advanced rapidly, yet only a few thousand years have passed. And he, he has spent a long and distant 30,000 years here? Since she entered this prison, every minute and every second felt so oppressive, so slow, and yet he could sit in this dark little space, for 30,000 years—what kind of demon is he?

But he seems like a proud person, unlikely to lie about such things; most importantly, her intuition inexplicably finds his words believable.

Paying no mind to her petrified state, he continued, "I am known as Changtian. You can look me up in the registry over there. It contains the numbers and information of all the prisoners."

She took a deep breath and walked towards the direction he was pointing. There indeed was a small white jade platform with a scroll neither made of silk nor fabric, shimmering with a faint silver light, apparently also a treasure. The script recorded on it was as ancient as that on the ring, yet she could still read it.

Turning to the first page, the name Changtian was prominently listed!

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The timekeeper's needles moved rhythmically, and Changtian sat silently in the spring water, not uttering a word, the whole space quiet.

She did not know how much time had passed before she finally closed the registry, letting out a long sigh.

Even for someone who often prides herself on having nerves as strong as steel wires, these appalling records dizzied her mind and overwhelmed her senses.

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No human could survive such a lengthy period of time; Changtian indeed was not human. When he was imprisoned, his True Body was that of a Divine Beast—the Ba Snake.

She remembered reading in the Classic of Mountains and Seas·Inner Sea: "In the Southwest, there is the land of Ba, and the country of red scrolls, where live black snakes with green heads that eat elephants." However, in this world, the power of the Ba Snake far exceeds that.

In fact, the God Demon Prison was originally built to seal him. The chains on Changtian's body, named "Dragon Binding Rope," were meant to contain his Divine Skills and were initially designed to restrain Divine Dragons. The spring water beneath his feet also had a significant origin; it was called the "Demon Transformation Spring," which could continuously absorb the divine power of demons and integrate it into the spring. The stronger the demon's Divine Skills, the more damage the Demon Transformation Spring would inflict. Although the Ba Snake had ascended to the rank of Divine Beast, its essence was still that of a great monster. Even if the damage from the Demon Transformation Spring to Changtian was minor, akin to water dripping through stone, 30,000 years had passed; water could drill a hole through stone over such a time, so what about Changtian, how much damage had the Demon Transformation Spring inflicted on him?

(PS: Timekeeper*, an ancient timekeeping device that could keep time during both day and night, specifically a water clock.)