บท 875: Chapter 565: The Mysterious Black Prison! The Lingering Spirit of Zhou Dao

Capital, Black Prison.

If the capital was a true dragon coiling in the human world, then the location of the Black Prison was the dragon's mouth, where great evil lurked and divine might was fully revealed.

"Is this the Black Prison?"

Witnessing such a vast underground world for the first time, Zhou Dao couldn't help but feel a little shocked.

In the chaotic darkness of the depths below, there was a faint glimmer of light, like a Great Sun... no, more like a Sunset, its afterglow dim yet outlining the contours of this solitary and dark world.

"The remnants of the Sunset..."

Zhou Dao stared, lost in a daze, and was somewhat moved.

"Old brother, what is that?" Zhou Dao pointed at the Sunset and asked.