Feng Yan did not continue the discussion about his identity. He crossed his arms, leaned against the wall, and said calmly:

"The Forsaken Land is a forbidden area of ​​the divine realm. Those who violate the rules of the sect will be sent there to be punished."

"Nobody knows what's inside, but those who go in never return."

After saying these words, Feng Yan remained silent, seemingly having fallen asleep.

After hearing his description, Yin Ming clicked his tongue in amazement. So dangerous?

He turned his head to look at Lingyao leaning on his shoulder—but with this kid around, there shouldn't be any major problems, right?

Why hasn't this kid woken up yet?

The Fifth Elder is only at the middle stage of the eighth realm, yet Yin Ming was able to fight him to a standstill. Even if Ling Yao took a direct hit from him, it shouldn't be so serious that he would fall into a coma, right?

Was she pretending to be asleep to take advantage of him?

Thinking this, Yin Ming muttered to him in a low voice, "Ah Yao, if you keep pretending, it won't look convincing anymore."

Unexpectedly, instead of Lingyao's response, Fengyan let out a soft scoff.

"It seems you really don't understand anything."

Yin Ming looked at him, puzzled. What did he mean? What didn't he understand?

"The formation originally set up by the six elders was specifically designed to counter the demon race. Demons within the formation's range were unable to draw resentment from the world to replenish themselves."

"Although you later broke the formation, the resentment on the God Continent was already scarce, and the resentment in his body had been completely exhausted. He even blocked the Fifth Elder's Soul-Locking Palm for you, so of course he couldn't wake up."

Upon hearing this, Yin Ming felt an overwhelming sense of guilt.

So Lingyao was already like this, and he still thought he was pretending to be asleep. Waaah, he deserves to die.

But... "What kind of technique is the Soul-Locking Palm?"

"Simply put, it's a secret technique that can seal his consciousness and dantian."

Oh, I see.

In other words, Lingyao ran out of mana and, unable to use skills to protect himself, was hit by this skill, so he was completely silenced.

"How can we wake him up?"

He can't just stay asleep like this forever, can he? Who knows if the protagonist's halo will only protect him while he's asleep, and if Yin Ming can't get a chance to benefit from it, then he'll be doomed?

“As time goes by, the spiritual power of the spell will weaken and eventually disappear. This process will probably take several hours,” Feng Yan replied.

Yin Ming sighed in distress upon hearing this. Several hours? Wasn't that a bit too long?

Thinking of something, Yin Ming asked again, "Young Master Feng, you are so calm and composed, do you have a way to deal with the Forsaken Land?"

It sounds like Lingyao is no longer reliable. If this person has a way, it's okay to follow him.

Feng Yan slowly shook his head. "No, what's meant to come will come. There's no use in rushing it."

Yin Ming: ...

Well, so he was just slacking off.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded outside the prison, indicating that someone else had arrived.

Yin Ming thought it was one of the disciples from before, but he was surprised to see a face that looked somewhat familiar.

Yin Ming's gaze froze. Was it the old man from that day? How come he was arrested too?

Did he foolishly sabotage the sect's protective formation again, only to be discovered this time?

The disciples who had previously escorted Yin Ming and the other two to the Heavenly Prison also arrived outside the prison. The two groups whispered something to each other, and one of them then opened the prison gate.

Yin Ming assumed that after they left, the old man would be locked up, since he was just a commoner with no cultivation, and the things he had done wouldn't be serious enough to cost him his life.

Unexpectedly, after the disciples bound the three of them, they also escorted the old man deeper into the prison.

Even more strangely, compared to the solemn expressions of Yin Ming and Feng Yan, the old man looked exceptionally happy, even ecstatic.

It doesn't look like they're going to their deaths, but rather like they're going to fulfill a wish.

Yin Ming was immediately puzzled. This was the first time he had ever seen the old man show such an expression. Could he possibly have a lover in that Forsaken Land?

The group had now reached the end of the prison, where a massive gate made of molten gold stood before them.

Yin Ming remembered that this metal seemed to be the most advanced and rarest protective material on the God and Demon Continent.

Adding a small amount of molten gold to ordinary armor can greatly enhance its protective capabilities, but this gate, which is about five or eight meters wide and tall, is entirely made of molten gold.

Such a large-scale undertaking makes one wonder what lies behind this door that requires such extensive reinforcement.

"The Grand Elder ordered that these four be sent to the Land of Forsaken Gods," a disciple said to the gatekeeper at the gate of the Golden Palace.

The gatekeeper nodded, glanced at something, then turned to another gatekeeper and said, "Time's up."

The two then joined forces to perform a spell by forming hand seals. A flash of light, symbolizing the completion of the spell, appeared on their hands, and the heavy door slowly opened in front of everyone.

Yin Ming peered through the widening crack in the door and saw only complete darkness inside.

Without saying a word, the disciples pushed all four of them inside.

With his hands and feet bound, Yin Ming was pushed and staggered. Before he fell, something cushioned his fall, preventing him from feeling any pain.

The door behind him closed immediately, leaving only darkness in his sight.

Yin Ming took out an illumination bead from his spatial ring, and its light instantly illuminated a patch of land.

He looked down and couldn't help but curl the corners of his lips into a smile.

Who would have thought that Lingyao would one day become his scapegoat? What a twist of fate!

Even after being hit by Yin Ming, Ling Yao did not wake up.

Since both Yin Ming and Feng Yan were bound by shackles, they had no choice but to find a way to remove their restraints.

Perhaps because the old man was just an ordinary citizen, the group of disciples from the Divine Realm did not tie his hands and feet.

Seeing that Yin Ming had a light source, he snatched the illumination bead and ran forward.

As the old man's figure disappeared into the distance, the surroundings were plunged into darkness once more.

Yin Ming cursed his bad luck after his things were stolen, and could only take out another illuminating bead from his spatial ring.

The old man's screams suddenly came from ahead. Yin Ming and Feng Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing the shock on each other's faces.

Eager to know what had happened to the old man, Yin Ming rolled to the side and summoned Crimson Flame from his spatial ring, severing the shackles on Feng Yan's hands.

Feng Yan also tacitly accepted the Chi Yan and released Yin Ming from his restraints.

Yin Ming settled Ling Yao in a relatively safe area before heading with Feng Yan towards the direction where the old man had disappeared.