Within the Mysterious Heavenly Main Peak, amidst the Spirit Mountain jade pillars,
a figure sat cross-legged, silent and speechless.
He had the appearance of a youth, his hair white as frost, his clothing purer than the snow, yet he was bound tightly by grim chains.
The chains stretched backward, leading to a stark white jade tower.
The tower stood at the heart of the mountain, its size undiminished, towering into the heavens, each level inscribed with countless complex talismans and ancient characters. Iron locks on every floor were connected to various parts of the mountain, as well as to the body of this person.
Layer by layer, the tower's nine stories were bound by a total of nine chains, securing the man firmly before the gate of the tower.
Yet his expression was calm, an air of indifference about him, showing no sign of pain or the fury of imprisonment.
Because he was no longer among the living, he was... a corpse, a body that had been dead for who knows how long.