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Chapter 629: Chapter 629: News about Grandfather Chapter 629: Chapter 629: News about Grandfather “Everyone, behave yourselves,” a prison warden brandished his black whip, flickering with Thunderous Force, and with a crack, it struck several prisoners, flaying their skin and sending them flying, bloodied.

Here, there was no such thing as human rights or freedom.

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“That one-armed man, he’s dead for sure,” the prison warden said viciously, sternly warning these inmates who had been locked up not long ago.

He admonished them that anyone daring to escape would be killed on the spot.

All were shackled with a special material, among them not lacking powerful individuals at the Venerable level.

But once equipped with these devices, they had no way to resist and had all become prisoners at his feet.

“I’m telling you, not just you rabble, even a god would have to follow the rules here, no acting out,” the warden roared, issuing an intimidation.

He pointed ahead, “See that?

Within that ancient mine, there are creatures who’ve ignited divine flames, dozens of them, all very compliant now.

They know too well that challenging the rules means death!”
That ancient mine was quite special, emitting a misty auspicious light.

Clearly, it harbored Divine Material, one of the most precious mines, yet the Curse was much more severe, requiring the efforts of exceptionally strong individuals to extract.

Moreover, next to that ancient mine, there was a mountain where six or seven mummified bodies hung, all weathered, yet their bodies still emitted a faint glow, all creatures who had ignited divine flames.

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This was a strong deterrent, even a god could be killed here, warning all prisoners that rebellion, attempting escape, only promised one outcome – death!

Shi Hao arrived with hundreds of others, calmly observing.

They were not criminals and thus not subject to punishment; they merely witnessed this cautionary scene.

“Grandfather broke the shackles and successfully escaped from prison… Is he still on the island?” Shi Hao muttered to himself, deeply concerned.

This island was extremely dangerous.

“This way, please,” a guide led Shi Hao and the other outsiders along a pathway into the mining area.

There were many ancient mines here, some excavated for tens of thousands of years and still ongoing, enormous holes one after another in the ground, each with a number.

Some mines were very special; from a distance, one could see a halo of light rising from them, signifying the presence of remarkable things within.

Unfortunately, they were not open to the public, only allowing prisoners of Divine Level strength to mine.

That was because whatever these prisoners mined, they had to surrender it all.

Outsiders were allowed here because the Black Prison was under pressure from various sects and had no choice but to open a portion of their operations, and there was a more critical reason – the area was incredibly tough to mine, requiring real power for anyone daring to go deep underground, both dangerous and troublesome.

Shi Hao had come not to mine, but to seek clues about his grandfather.

Yet, really approaching this place, he was still somewhat amazed; the depths of the earth were a treasure trove, filled with goods.

He personally witnessed someone uncovering a large piece of Divine Material.

It was a strange crystal, clear and transparent, with a wisp of lightning sealed within, its electric glow dazzling, fixed in place without bursting out.

“Such a treasure!

This is divine dao lightning, it’s going to cause a stir!” exclaimed the warden in delight, ordering it to be carefully collected and sealed in a precious box.

Demon Island was controlled by several superpowers, with Immortal Mountain being one of the strongest, able to sway and dominate everything here.

It could be said that half of the island’s resources belonged to the Qin Clan.

This crystal, if offered as tribute, would surely elicit delight and rewards from above, especially valuable to those practitioners of lightning, its contained thunder being a treasured gem.

Shi Hao was tempted, observing the lightning and vaguely discerning the characters hidden within it.

“I might as well stay for a while, to search for grandfather’s clues and try my luck,” Shi Hao thought to himself.

In the following half a month, Shi Hao deeply explored the ancient mines, began mining, and truly engaged.

Only then did he realize why this island was so terrifying.

The moment one went deep underground, a Curse would afflict them.

Returning to the surface required spending twice as much time cleansing.

The severity of the Curse was directly proportional to one’s cultivation level.

Rumors said that when a Sect Hierarch came here, they would suffer the most intense Curse, which could even cause Heavenly Weeping, raining blood and accompanied by thunder.

There was a dreadful legend that a sect master had once fallen here.

Thus, under normal circumstances, beings of that level wouldn’t appear, fearful of triggering unforeseeable consequences.

“These ores are too hard, tougher than any metal,” Shi Hao murmured to himself.

The underground ores could hardly be dug through by anyone below the King’s Realm, even those at the Venerable level struggled.

No wonder they would leave the mining to these powerful prisoners.

Only such individuals could mine here.

Those shackles were quite unique, specifically designed to limit their power; they couldn’t retaliate against the jailers or wardens but could mine deep underground.

During this time, Shi Hao ventured into several different ancient mines, deliberately interacting with the jailers and those prisoners and obtaining much information.

“See that warden?

He originally intended to strangle the one-armed powerhouse to death, but the one-armed man almost turned the tables and killed him with his shackles still on.”
This snippet of news caused Shi Hao’s heart to clench, his eyebrows to twitch, and he nearly released his killing intent.

Someone had attempted to strangle his grandfather to death, igniting Shi Hao’s rage.

Lord Fifteen had once been that close to death, nearly being killed right here!

He looked ahead, where an elderly prison warden with a full head of gray hair, operating at the Venerable Realm, held a black whip gleaming with dark light, ferociously lashing a group of prisoners.

His cheekbones were high, his lips thin, and his eyes snake-like, making his whole appearance seem harsh; the prisoners were struck with the whip if they were slightly slow.

His name was Qin Chengshang, appearing to be in his fifties or sixties, though his true age was unknown.

“How dare you torment my grandfather to death like this!” Shi Hao clenched his fists in the shadows.

It was clear to anyone that given Lord Fifteen’s resolute nature, he would certainly erupt when faced with such humiliation and torture.

“Look, those others are from the Qin Clan too, all of them constantly troubling that one-armed man, picking fights several times, as if they wished to kill him on the spot.”
The jailer said, pursing his lips to gesture ahead.

More men arrived at the edge of the ancient mine, their glowing whips lashing the prisoners with great force.

“Why?” someone asked, puzzled.

Newcomers to the mine were full of exploratory desire since half a month’s stay had already been unbearably dull for them.

Facing stones harder than metal day after day, toiling in endless darkness underground, made life unbearably monotonous.

Such rumors were naturally stirring to them.

Shi Hao didn’t need to investigate himself; when others asked questions, it was as if they had thoroughly inquired for him.

“The word is that the one-armed man had a Divine Pill, which he fed to a young girl before being discovered, angering many from the Qin Clan, hence they exiled him and a group of criminals here,” the jailer whispered.

He belonged to another major power and was not on good terms with the Qin offspring from the mine, hence he dared to divulge secrets.

Shi Hao remained silent; he had heard in the Lower Realm that when his grandfather escaped from the Forbidden Land of Black Forest, he had brought out not only a Divine Spirit Artifact but also had obtained a Divine Pill of even more astounding value.

The old man returned to Stone Country triumphantly with that rare Divine Medicine, intending for Shi Hao to consume it, only to come back to emptiness.

With so much time having passed and Lord Fifteen still holding on to it, Shi Hao felt both warmth and frustration in his heart, a sour sensation.

His grandfather had lost an arm, and if he had consumed the Divine Pill, it would surely have regrown, yet he could not bring himself to use it, always saving it for Shi Hao.

“The rumor is that Qin Chengshang has an extraordinary grandson, a very famous genius of the Qin Clan named Qin Mu.

It was he who discovered the Divine Pill.”
Needless to say, Qin Chengshang held resentment for this reason; otherwise, if his grandson had obtained and consumed that Divine Pill, it could have solidified his foundation and greatly advanced his cultivation!

“Outrageous, the Qin Clan, failing to seize others’ Divine Pill, sent them here as criminals, and Qin Chengshang even seeks revenge like this, wanting to strangle the one-armed man to death—it’s too much!”
Everyone shook their heads in solidarity with Lord Fifteen.

As for Shi Hao, he was containing his rage, calming his thoughts, his gaze deep as he looked at Qin Chengshang and his followers from a distance.

“Did Sister Mang consume the Divine Pill?

Where is she now?” Shi Hao muttered inwardly.

“That one-armed man is the only person in a hundred years to successfully escape prison.

How did he manage that?” someone couldn’t help but ask.

“He found something good.

When it was unearthed, it shone so brilliantly, illuminating the whole ancient mine underground.

That one-armed man was decisive; he swallowed it straight away,” the jailer regretted, with endless envy.

“What on earth was it?” the crowd asked.

“I don’t know, but after consuming it, the one-armed man’s body radiated light, he directly broke free from his shackles, rose up in revolt, and almost crushed Qin Chengshang with a palm, then he carved his way out.”
Lord Fifteen went on a killing spree as he escaped, cutting down dozens of Qin Clan powerhouses before fleeing the area and venturing deep into the forbidden territory, never to be seen again.

“What about the girl who ate the Divine Pill, wasn’t she sent to Demon Island?” someone inquired.

“No, she was left in Immortal Mountain.”
By this point, Shi Hao had grasped the whereabouts of his grandfather and Sister Mang, a fire ignited in his heart, pulsing vigorously.

Originally, he had contemplated leaving this place to enter another area—the true forbidden lands of Demon Island—but he restrained himself for now, as it would seem too conspicuous.

Ever since learning that there might be a treasure underground, Shi Hao had been contemplating, frequently activating his Dual Pupils, pushing his character’s Divine Power to the limit, using them to scour the area.

“Eh, is there truly a treasure?!” Days later, deep in an abandoned old mine, Shi Hao used his Dual Pupils again and, upon careful examination, spotted a remarkable omen.

At the very depths of the abandoned mine’s stone layer, there was a glow more intense than the Sun itself, bursting forth so fiercely it almost blinded the Dual Pupils.

“What is that thing?” Shi Hao was astonished.

He realized that with the help of the Dual Pupils, he had discovered a rarely-seen treasure, probably something that defied the heavens.

This item, once unearthed, would likely cause a tumultuous upheaval.

He immediately awakened the Divine Striking Stone to plan alongside it, figuring out how to excavate and take it.

“We need to think of a way; if not, let’s make a big move and break open Black Prison, releasing all the prisoners detained on Immortal Mountain here,” Shi Hao mused.

He had learned that Black Prison held many captives, all of whom had once been adversaries of Immortal Mountain.

Opening up the place would surely unleash a hurricane.

Legend had it that some True Gods from ancient times were suppressed in Black Prison!

(To be continued.

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