The cold wind howled, piercingly chilling.
Sang Que didn't remember how long it had taken for her to fall asleep, but a sudden clap of thunder jolted her awake.
Abyss of darkness, thunder streaked across the sky, and a plume of fire drifted down—a dream realm of the Nine Netherworld.
The thunder was the hallmark of the Wind and Thunder Prison on the First Layer, the fire plume signified the Second Layer's Fire Shadow Prison, and the iron thorns surrounding her were from the Third Layer's Vajra Prison.
The light from Sang Que's chest glowed a tad brighter than the previous night; she first checked the numbers beneath her feet.
One, one, eight... ten more levels.
Without a Heart Lamp strong enough to anchor the soul, exceeding nine hundred ninety-nine levels of the Third Layer would drive a person insane.
