Unrivaled Martial Emperor-Chapter 1624 - Entering the Heavenly Prison

Immortal wills collided and intertwined high in the sky as experts of the Heavenly Punishment Hall exchanged thoughts at lightning speed.

“So this is the hall master’s personal disciple. I’d heard rumors for years, but seeing it with my own eyes is different. His reputation isn’t exaggerated at all.”

“Exactly. Our Heavenly Punishment lineage has been suppressed for far too long. The Demon Suppression lineage produced Hua Yunxiao, and no one on our side could rival him. But now? Chen Fan’s prospects are no worse than Hua Yunxiao’s.”

“Indeed! With only sixth-level Immortal Platform realm cultivation, he defeated Lan Luo, an early-stage eighth-level Immortal Platform realm, with a single punch. Who else could do that?”

The escorting elder said, “Alright, let’s get moving.”

From the start until now, he remained aloof. He maintained strict neutrality, as though everything that had just happened was beneath his concern.

Moaning in pain on the ground, Lan Luo stared at Chen Fan’s back and hissed through clenched teeth, “Chen Fan... our Golden Jade Pavilion won’t let you off!”

“Come at me, then. I’d like to see what your pavilion can do. Just know that I’ll kill any and all vermin that come my way.” Chen Fan sneered coldly, unconcerned with this loser barking in the distance.

Chen Fan followed the elder to the massive gateway to the Heavenly Prison. Four Immortal Kings appeared in the sky.

Rumble!

The four Immortal Kings confirmed Chen Fan’s qualifications and formed seals. Laws surged and intertwined above the gate, and a massive spatial passage slowly tore open. From within poured an overwhelming tide of vengeful qi, thick enough to suffocate the soul.

Chen Fan raised his eyebrow. An ordinary cultivator exposed to such resentment for even a single day would likely lose their sanity.

No wonder it was said that the Heavenly Prison was a graveyard for geniuses. This vengeful qi was born from the grudges of countless criminals and prodigies who had died unwillingly here across endless years.

“Remember this, Chen Fan. You can only train within the Heavenly Prison for a year. You must emerge within that period. You must come out before that. If you exceed the limit, your contribution points will be deducted automatically. If you don’t have enough, people will be sent in to drag you out. Clear?” said the elder.

“I understand.”

“Good. One more thing. Besides disciples using this place for tempering, the Heavenly Prison also houses extremely dangerous criminals. Some are Immortal Kings themselves. Not even I can handle some of them. However, they usually remain at the heart of the Heavenly Prison. With your cultivation, stay away from the core regions unless you want to die. Understood?”

He paused briefly, then continued, his tone grave.

“You should also understand this: while you may see them as prey, to them, you are just as tempting. Primeval qi is scarce inside, and spirit mines are few. They will do anything for survival. Over countless generations, innumerable sect geniuses entered with confidence, and most were hunted down and buried here.”

“Understood, but none of it matters. Only death awaits them if they dare to strike at me.”

“It’s good that you’re that confident. Every fallen genius once spoke with the same confidence. They believed danger meant nothing to them, but none escaped a miserable fate. I hope you won’t follow that path.”

“Mmm, I understand.” Chen Fan nodded. He stepped forward and leapt into the huge gateway of the Heavenly Prison.

After Chen Fan vanished, Lan Luo covered the arm Chen Fan had blown away, staring in his direction, his gaze filled with malice. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

“Chen Fan, you will regret this. You will definitely regret this!” Lan Luo let out a deep roar, his face twisted savagely like a wild beast. “I want you dead. You offended our Golden Jade Pavilion. You will definitely die without a burial place!”

He formed a seal with his hands and sent out several communication talismans. Some flew away from the Heavenly Prison, while others flew into it.

“Chen Fan, I’ll make you kneel before me like a dog. What monstrous talent? What pride of heaven? I’ll trample on your pride and crush it into pieces!”

The escorting elder walked past him without stopping. He cast Lan Luo a single indifferent glance, neither interfering nor offering any warning to Chen Fan.

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Chen Fan’s first impression of the Heavenly Prison was bleak desolation.

In the Heavenly Realm, such scenery was rare. Primeval qi here was far richer than on the Tianwu Continent, and lands usually flourished accordingly. Deserts like this only formed where the qi of heaven and earth had been drained to the extreme.

The air was saturated with thick, suffocating malice. Prolonged exposure alone could drive one insane, turning even a rational cultivator cruel and bloodthirsty. He narrowed his eyes. How many people had died to fill this space with resentment?

This was the concentrated hatred of the dead—the purest form of negative energy. No ordinary people could withstand it.

“How desolate. It won’t be easy to cultivate here.”

Chen Fan surveyed his surroundings. A dried riverbed stretched ahead, littered with skeletal remains. Some belonged to humans; many were remains of various beasts. Time had erased all traces of flesh long ago.

He took a deep breath. His eyes flickered sharply. He turned into a stream of light and swept into the distance.

Heavenly Prison, here I come!

Numerous cities existed within this hellish domain.

Some serious criminals hated the Featherlight Sect’s disciples to the core. So, they wouldn’t live together with the disciples. Their cities were self-contained, and if disciples of the Featherlight Sect dared to pass through, they would be captured, tortured, and turned into slaves.

However, some were willing to coexist with the Featherlight Sect’s disciples, barely getting along. As long as one was cautious and strong enough, entry into such cities was possible.

There were no laws here. No order. The only rule was brutal simplicity: whoever had the stronger fist ruled.

Not long afterward, Chen Fan arrived outside a city.

Compared to the thriving cities outside, this one was little more than a ruin. The moment he stepped inside, countless hostile gazes locked onto him, sharp and greedy, as though he were a piece of fresh meat.

Even though it was a city that the disciples of the Featherlight Sect could enter, it didn’t mean that it was safe.

Whispers, sneers, and murderous intent drifted toward Chen Fan from all directions.

“This Featherlight Sect disciple looked very unfamiliar. Could it be that he just entered?”

“Right. These newly arrived Featherlight Sect disciples haven’t spent their wealth yet. They’re at their fattest and dripping with oil. Tsk tsk, just looking at him makes me salivate.”

“Gege, this guy probably has no experience. Only in the sixth-level Immortal Platform realm? Walking around like this? Is he begging to die?”

“These Featherlight Sect disciples are used to being arrogant. They’ve never received a proper beating. Let’s teach him a lesson.”

“That damned Featherlight Sect. It’s not enough that they detained me here; they’re even using me as a practice partner for their disciples’ training. This goes too far.”