There was actually such a place beneath Dragon Head Peak. How astonishing!
Wang Xiu looked around, seeing one somber space after another. Each contained its own universe, with space distorted as if they were neatly arranged small worlds. Within them were various huge instruments of punishment, all engraved with runes. They were clearly not meant for the Human Race! The stench of blood here was extremely heavy, enduring through the ages without fading, filling the air with a bone-chilling resentment. Countless beings must have suffered calamities here. But there was one noticeable feature: the place seemed to have been deserted for a very long time. Everything was extremely ancient, as if it hadn't been maintained for a thousand years.
"This is the Nine Nether Prison," Zhuo Canglang began to explain. "It was once used to suppress Great Demons, Demon Race lords, and even the Demon Emperor..."
"This is the Nine Nether Prison?" Wang Xiu exclaimed.
