The residual glow of the setting sun gradually receded in the distant horizon.
The towering Ta Xue Peak was slowly enveloped by the veil of night.
One by one, bright lanterns rose under the night sky, from afar resembling a brilliantly lit, dreamlike fairy court.
Outside the Black Prison, sinister Evil Qi surged.
Wei Zizhen, the Chief Disciple of Ta Xue Peak in charge of the Black Prison, stood on the staircase opposite the prison, coldly gazing at the Black Prison gate.
The place where Evil Qi churned was a desolate land of despair, one that the living avoided at all costs.
Even they, the disciples guarding the Black Prison, stayed away from it, stationed opposite the forbidding site.
But now, an intruder had entered the Black Prison.
Someone who should not have been there, especially at a time when dark currents were swirling below the surface.