In the Heavenly Prison, the Five Treasure Taoist had chains of magical treasure hooked to his shoulders, his appearance withered.
His aura was incredibly weak, barely maintaining a thread of Vitality.
Hearing footsteps from outside, the Five Treasure Taoist slightly lifted his head.
He knew that it should be the time of execution as mentioned by that person yesterday.
Thinking of the terrifying figure from yesterday that had implanted a restriction in his body, the Five Treasure Taoist felt even more despair.
"Finding life in a desperate situation, surviving a great disaster...do I really have a chance to last until that moment?"
He recalled the divination he performed on himself before being captured.
The hexagram showed then was precisely finding life in a desperate situation, surviving a great disaster.
It was that reading that had allowed him to endure in this sunless and dayless Holy Alliance Heavenly Prison for so many years.
