Eric Bennett was furious, cursing loudly: “Henry Morgan, if I do not die, I will surely avenge today’s humiliation!”

The demonic sounds filled the sky, vast and overwhelming. Henry Morgan didn’t even have the strength to argue with Eric Bennett. He forced himself to hold on, watching as Eric Bennett fell into that portal. He immediately gestured with both hands, but the two jade tokens imprinted on the dragon’s brow only trembled slightly and did not return.

Henry Morgan was greatly alarmed. He knew he was surrounded by demonic sounds and his power had been greatly reduced, but he hadn’t expected it to be this bad—even something as simple as retrieving objects from a distance, a skill any martial arts master could perform, had become difficult. And these demonic sounds were only the ones leaking out—one could imagine how terrifying the being below must be.

Henry Morgan suddenly bit the tip of his tongue, desperately urging the last of his spiritual energy. The two jade tokens shook violently, clanging together, and finally, with a whoosh, flew back to him.

As soon as the jade tokens left, the two jade dragons roared wildly, shaking the heavens and earth. The dragon’s head stretched out, opened its mouth, and bit down on the jade beam, lifting it up with great force.

The portal closed, and the demonic sounds gradually faded away. Henry Morgan was so exhausted he was on the verge of collapse, slumping to the ground, unable to move for quite a while. He was shocked: Luckily, I grabbed Eric Bennett as a scapegoat—otherwise, I would never have survived this ordeal!

As for Eric Bennett’s threats, Henry Morgan didn’t care at all. Eric Bennett was a fool who couldn’t cultivate, destined to accomplish nothing in this life. Even if he survived, wouldn’t he still be at Henry Morgan’s mercy? Besides, there was no way Eric Bennett could possibly make it out alive this time.

……

Although the memories of his previous and current lives had fully merged, Eric Bennett was still muddle-headed. His thoughts and memories were illogical, scattered, and chaotic. Many fragments of memory remained incompletely understood.

But this time, the endless demonic sounds coming from that portal made Eric Bennett recall another part of his memories.

There had always been many mysterious legends about Ruolu Prison. For example, the place he was in was called “Departed Abyss,” and the long stone steps he had descended were called “Soul-Climbing Chain.” Behind this portal, however, was hidden the greatest secret of Ruolu Prison.

As soon as Eric Bennett fell into the portal, there was a thunderous crash as it closed completely behind him. At first, everything was pitch black. After a while, he saw runes emitting a faint green light fluttering in the air. These runes were like fireflies in the darkness, illuminating the entire space.

The demonic sounds vanished without a trace.

Eric Bennett carefully recalled that memory, nodding to himself. There was no way back—even if he could open the portal, he would surely be killed by Henry Morgan waiting outside. Moving forward… there was still a sliver of hope.

Bathed in the glow of countless green runes, Eric Bennett slowly walked through a low, narrow passage. When an opening appeared ahead, the green runes swirling around him seemed to find their mother like ducklings, and with a whoosh, all rushed into the opening.

Eric Bennett was not impulsive. He watched the dense green light emanating from the opening and slowly followed inside.

Green light danced everywhere!

At the end of the passage was a stone cavern, sixty zhang high and over a hundred zhang across. The green runes were joyfully flying about inside. Suspended from the ceiling was a peculiar spirit pearl, with countless golden runes, each no bigger than an ant, constantly moving in and out of it. The spirit pearl, about the size of a pigeon’s egg, contained at least tens of thousands of runes!

The light emitted by the spirit pearl formed a curtain, covering the stone walls of the cavern. The countless green runes darted left and right, but could not pass through the curtain of light.

Eric Bennett was shocked at the sight of the spirit pearl: This is a strange-shaped talisman lost for nearly ten thousand years, the handiwork of an ancient immortal!

Directly beneath the strange talisman spirit pearl stood three massive stone pillars, each so thick that two people could barely encircle them. The pillars were three zhang tall, their surfaces covered in mysterious patterns. Streams of spiritual light flowed along the patterns like living things, circulating endlessly. With each complete cycle, the spiritual light grew stronger.

Seated cross-legged in the center of the three giant pillars was a withered old man, looking relaxed and at ease, watching Eric Bennett with great interest as he entered.

Chapter 003: The Ancient Demon Ancestor, Condemning the World

These seventy-two ancient bloodline beasts were sealed, the Five Element Jade Mountains suppressed, and the twin dragons held the handles—all for the sake of this seemingly unremarkable old man!

Eric Bennett, however, remained calm. He now understood just how powerful this old man was. Even facing him, Eric Bennett felt uneasy.

“Young man, your heart is full of hatred, but you have no power at all. You must have been forced here, right? I’m sure you know the consequences of coming here. Do you hate the person who forced you in? How about we make a deal—I’ll give you the power to take your revenge…”

The old man spoke at length. If Eric Bennett were just an ordinary person, these few words alone would have shaken his heart.

But who was Eric Bennett? In his previous life, he was the Emperor of the Southern Wastes! Holder of the “Number One Under Heaven” title, and the world’s most fearsome talisman—the Drought Demon’s Bloodburn.