The ninth level of the Divine Light Cousin's prison was a place of despair and desolation. It was a realm of eternal darkness, where the only sound was the dripping of water and the occasional moan of a tortured soul.
Yun Lintian was led through a labyrinth of narrow corridors, their walls lined with cold, damp stone. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air.
The officers stopped in front of a massive iron door, its surface scarred and dented from countless years of confinement. One of the officers inserted a key into the lock and turned it with a grating sound. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit cell.
"Get in," one of the officers said gruffly, pushing Yun Lintian into the cell.
