"I just want to know who created this prison. I've never played games with you. If anything, you've been treating me like a fool," Braydon Neal said, his gaze fixed on the prison ahead.
The creature in cell 1488 appeared to be sleeping, but a faint trace of spiritual energy was quietly reaching out to Braydon.
His presence had stirred many transcendents from their slumber—they were all secretly watching.
The level nine transcendent stayed silent for a long time before finally revealing the truth. "The one who built this place is a madman."
Braydon approached cell 1488, waiting for the occupant to make a move.
Inside was a humanoid figure covered in silver scales.
Suddenly, the creature opened its eyes and stared coldly at Braydon.
It had transcended for countless years, leaving no trace of humanity behind.
"A madman?" Braydon asked softly.
