There is actually only a snowfall between autumn and winter.
In the fifth month after Xu Qing came to the county capital, the winter in the county capital came silently with the fall of the first snow.
In that silvery blanket, snowflakes fell all over the sky on the tops of buildings, on the streets, and on the hair of pedestrians.
While whitewashing the entire land, it also made it look like there were more white-headed people in the entire city.
The first snow came suddenly and was very heavy.
It landed outside the Prison Department and on the sword pavilions.
In the wind and snow, Xu Qing, dressed in a white sword-wielding Taoist robe, walked towards the Prison Department in this snow-colored world.
Today is the day he goes to Area C for duty.
A few days ago, he completed the suppression of Ding District 1 and passed the promotion test. From that moment on, he was no longer a pawn in District D, but became a pawn in District C.
As for Ding 132's duty of guarding, Xu Qing has not relinquished his duties. He will also serve as Ding 132.
The clothes of the jailers in Area C are no different from those in Area D, except that there is an extra black badge on the collar.
This badge looks like a branch.
If the prison department is compared to a big tree, then the jailers in District D are the leaves and the guards in District C are the branches.
At this moment, walking down the steps of the Prison Department, Xu Qing clearly felt the honor represented by this badge, because all the jailers in District D who saw him along the way greeted him respectfully.
Xu Qing returned the favor and walked to the eighty-eighth floor, passing by the eighty-ninth floor. When he stepped down the steps leading to the ninetieth floor, he took a deep breath and looked solemn.
"The ninetieth floor..." Xu Qing murmured in her heart, walking down slowly with firm steps.
A clicking sound came from Xu Qing's feet.
That was the sound of his footsteps falling on the steps. It echoed around at this moment. In this quiet environment, it was particularly obvious.
The light from the top of the Prison Department could not reflect the depth of the 90th floor, so the world displayed in Xu Qing's eyes became darker and darker.
After walking up the last step leading to the 90th floor, Xu Qing paused and looked up at the 90th floor of the Prison Department.
This place is completely different from District D.
The ground was damp and covered with moss, and there was only one layer between it and the top. But when Xu Qing raised his head and looked up, he felt as if there was a world separate from Ding District.
Because although this place is also circular, there are no cells, let alone prison doors!
The entire circular wall is covered with murals as far as the eye can see.
This mural covers the entire wall, with paintings of the sun, moon, clouds, mountains, rivers and buildings, and all living things!
Like a complete world!
The colors are just monotonous and dark.
Xu Qing was shocked. Looking at this painting, he thought of Ding Yisaner's Danqing tribe.
After a while, Xu Qing walked towards the mural, and after looking at it carefully, his pupils shrank.
These murals seem to be alive, everything in them is changing, the clouds and mist are drifting, and the mountains and rivers are changing.
It was as if there was really a dark world there, and Xu Qing was standing outside the world looking down at everything.
"On the 90th floor, there is only one cell."
A cold voice with a hint of familiarity came from behind Xu Qing very suddenly.
Xu Qing suddenly turned around and saw a figure walking from the darkness.
He was a tall old man, his body was full of pressure, his eyes were cold, and his whole body exuded a strong evil spirit. Instead of looking at him for a long time, the sound of howling ghosts and wolves would appear in his mind.
It seems that countless souls have died in his hands, causing countless resentful souls to surround him all year round, spreading malice towards all living beings.
"Greetings to Senior Ghost Hands!"
Xu Qing immediately recognized that the other party was the instructor who explained to their new sword holders the fatalities of all races of creatures during the secret training of sword holders.
As his assistant that day, Xu Qing saw with his own eyes the old man taking out countless corpses and even killing some on the spot.
He had heard Kong Xianglong say before that the other party was a jailer, but in the past few months, he had met Xu Qing, the prison director, and at that time he had guessed in his heart that the other party was deeper.
Seeing Xu Qing at this moment, he was not too surprised and bowed respectfully.
The old man glanced at Xu Qing, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes.
"I remember you, the little guy who poisoned the sick."
"It's good to be promoted from District D so quickly."
The old man smiled, but he was full of evil spirits, and his smile also had an eerie feeling at this moment. An ordinary person might be upset, but Xu Qing was used to it, and felt that this was normal.
Noting that Xu Qing's expression had not changed, the old man felt even more satisfied. In fact, he was very optimistic about Xu Qing when he chose him as his assistant.
Now walking up to Xu Qing, he looked at the mural and spoke lightly.
"Most of the pawns in Area C are Nascent Soul. Do you know why?"
"Because the laws for suppressing prisoners in Area C are different from those in Area D?" Xu Qing thought for a while and replied.
"I thought you would say that prisoners have deeper cultivation levels." The old man smiled.
"The prisoners in Area C are indeed more advanced in cultivation, including Nascent Soul prisoners and Lingzang prisoners, but this is not the point. The point is... only Nascent Soul pawns can carry the rules of a small world within themselves.
Will be crushed by it.”
The old man's eyes still fell on the mural, and his voice echoed in all directions.
"The rules of the small world?" Xu Qing looked thoughtfully at the mural.
"From the ninetieth floor to the one hundred and twenty-second floor, there is Area C, a total of thirty-three floors." The old man spoke slowly.
"Area C does not have any cells like those in Area D. Every floor is covered with murals like this."
"Each mural is a small world! These thirty-three small worlds are the cells in Area C!"
As soon as Ghost Hand's words came out, Xu Qing's eyes showed a strange light. He had made some guesses when he saw the murals before, especially since he had experienced the Taixu Realm, so he didn't know anything about the existence of small worlds.
But I was still shocked by the handwriting of the Prison Department.
"With the thirty-three small worlds as the prison of Area C, what will Area B and Area A below look like?" Xu Qing took a deep breath.
The words of the old man with ghost hands are still echoing.
"I am the prison master of the first realm among the thirty-three realms. He leads a group of jailers from the first realm of Area C to guard this realm!"
"Your job is to be placed in this first realm of prison, but since you are not at the level of Nascent Soul, it is difficult for you to withstand the power of the rules of a realm on your own. I will take you to this realm first to let you experience it.
"
The old man said, spitting black mist into the mural.
As the mist falls and spreads around, the colors of the murals come alive wherever it passes.
It is no longer dull, but has more colors, and finally it is colorful and lifelike.
"gone."
The old man put his hands behind his back and walked towards the strokes that restored color.
Xu Qing followed behind, and in an instant he and the old man stepped into the mural and reached the first realm of the thirty-three realms.
What was displayed in front of Xu Qing was boundless nothingness.
In the depths of the void, there is a gray continent covered with a red light shell like an eggshell.
It was filled with countless runes formed by formations and restrictions, numbering no less than a billion, forming an astonishing seal that enveloped the entire continent, sealing it tightly.
And those runes shine with each other, as if following a certain pattern, so that at least a million runes are flashing at the same time every moment, running forever.
And as the formation seal rotated, four illusory statues emerged around the continent.
These four statues are extremely huge, and their appearance is very different from that of human beings, more like ferocious beasts.
Their heads are the same size as the continent. At this moment, they are standing in the southeast, northwest, and lowered their heads at the same time, staring at the continent.
The eyes converge and turn into the sun and the moon.
As the formation runes shone, the four figures slowly changed their positions, and the sun and moon alternated.
This scene was extremely vast, and Xu Qing's mind was filled with intense emotions.
"This is the first realm. The void here was taken in by the first-generation palace owner from the void realm and blended into this place to cover up the aura of the first realm."
In the void, the old man was in front and spoke in a deep voice.
"You can think of the rune seals on the outer shell as the laws of this world, which were refined by the Sword I Hold Palace, and the four statues are the four original bodies of heaven in this world."
"Now, leave your imprint in the formation, so that you will not be suppressed by the rules after stepping in."
As he spoke, the old man walked forward, fell into the seal of the formation, shuttled away, and landed directly on the continent.
Xu Qing made a secret after hearing this, put his mark into the light shell formation, and walked behind.
As the continent became clearer and clearer in his eyes, their figures passed through everything and appeared in the sky and clouds.
Below are the mountains and mountains of this small world.
"The moment this world was transformed into a prison, a rule was set: foreign creatures are not allowed to reproduce."
The old man spoke slowly and continued walking.
As Xu Qing followed, he noticed that this world was not small in scope. The overall landscape was dominated by desert wilderness, and the spiritual energy was extremely thin. Even when he arrived, he felt like he was suffocating.
It's as if the whole body is bound by invisible force and suppressed by the infinite mountains. It is difficult to exert even 10% of the power and is severely restricted.
Fortunately, soon, as the formation of the external light shell was operating, Xu Qing returned to normal in an instant, feeling relaxed for a while.
This experience made him know more about this prison.
At the same time, the climate in this world is extremely harsh. Standing at the highest point, you can see sandstorms sweeping across in some places, and the wind inside has the power to cut bones.
In some places, poisonous rain pours down, and everything inside can only wail.
In other places, magnetic storms filled the air, and thunder fell down one after another, killing everything.
"In the prisons of the Thirty-three Realms, countless races and weirdos are imprisoned. They are suffering in a small world. Life or death is not up to them. All the rules here are controlled by my prison director."
The old man waved his hand, and the desert on the earth suddenly changed. Mountains rose up one after another, and the landscape turned into a criss-crossing mountain range.
Without ending, he waved his hand again, and the mountains here were instantly wiped away. Endless water vapor gathered in an instant, and a large amount of sea water seeped out from the ground. The next moment, the place turned into a sea.
Moving mountains and seas, all changes are within the reach of his hand.
Xu Qing looked at this scene with a solemn expression.
"Xu Qing, do you know why the prison itself is scary?" The old man looked at Xu Qing.
"Because of deprivation." Xu Qing replied solemnly.
"That's right, depriving them of what originally belonged to them, turning what they take for granted into something they dream of but cannot have again, the pain caused by this contrast is the most heart-wrenching."
The old man looked at the sea below, his voice echoing.
"The principle of the Thirty-Three Realm Prisons is to use the laws of the small world itself as a cage, so that all the Nascent Soul cultivators who are imprisoned in this first prison will be invaded by this world here.
We have not limited their cultivation. They are still Nascent Souls, but they are Nascent Souls of the small world."
"The four foundation-building fires of Wanggu Continent are almost comparable to the Nascent Soul of the small world. The power of the Golden Core Palace is almost the same as that of the Nascent Soul in the middle stage."
"In this way, the prisoners in this world are used to being able to control the wind and rain with just one spell in Wanggu Continent, but now their power has been greatly reduced. The feeling of being bound by heaven and earth will make them who know the beauty outside even more
Longing is even more painful."
"What they once had was taken away from them, and the simplest things that were once theirs have now become the most extravagant desires."
"This is the prison cell in Area C of the Prison Division." The old man looked at Xu Qing and spoke in a deep voice.
This chapter has been completed!