Outside Shao Long Mansion City, there lay a place one could reach only with permission.
3 AM.
All had already fallen silent, save for the single pitch-black flame that continued to glow, casting gray-white shadows onto everything.
Sima had no idea where he was imprisoned, whether above or below ground, nor did he know if anyone stood guard. Despite numerous interactions with the Immortal Platform, merely maintaining his breath had exhausted all his mental energy.
His body bore neither iron locks nor chains. It was a room of utter emptiness, save for himself seated on the floor, and that rootless flame suspended from the ceiling.
In fact, he had never seen such a method of imprisonment before, but it appeared the Happy Death Tower had records of it.
—Jieyou, an ancient power that feeds on all True Qi. It need not burst forth from a human body; it would plunder into the physique, burning all True Qi within the meridians to exhaustion.