Changtian gave her a faint, bitter smile, pointing to the giant water clock in the corner of the palace: "I sit here and watch it trace through thirty-one thousand three hundred seventy-five years and ten hours of time. The person who built this water clock went to great lengths so that it would continue to operate normally for thirty thousand years, all just to make me feel that every second trapped here is unbearably long."
Her grip on the corner of Changtian's sleeve suddenly tightened, but she said nothing.
"I sit here and watch the Gods and Demons imprisoned here fall one by one, ravaged by time until death. Until the last prisoner died and turned to bones, I still sit here, my days feeling like years, waiting to go down together with the God Demon Prison." He closed his eyes and said, "Ning Xiaoxian, do you know the taste of solitude? More terrifying than being in Purgatory, it's the pain one wishes to escape even through death."
