A scientist once asked such a question: "What was in the depths of the planet we lived on, under the ground?" After so many years, countless people had explored it, but until today, there was no accurate answer.
There was a prison under distant Sosasmo desert. Not even the authorities here knew about the existence of this prison. It existed for thousands of years, or even longer. Only those who had committed the most heinous crimes would be exiled to this prison and never to leave again.
For this prison, people who knew it called it "Hell", just like the place in the myth world where only the dead would go. If you came to this prison, you would die.
Henry struggled to open his eyes. He found himself surrounded by darkness. It was so dark that he couldn't see his own fingers.
Henry only felt sore all over his body and it was difficult to move. He tried to run the Qi in his body, only to find that he couldn't activate it at all.
Henry touched the ground and felt a little cold. He tried to sit up with his legs crossed and tried to run the Qi in his body again, but there was still no response.
"You don't have to try." A teasing voice came from the side, "The Qi can not be used in the 18th floor of Hell. Even the experts in the God Realm can't lift their Qi, not to mention you, a master from the Transforming Realm... No, you are a bit strange. You are in the Transforming Realm, right? No, you are not in the Form Incantation yet. But your strength just happened to be there. Why are you so strange?"
Although the darkness in front of him could not let Henry see the speaker, he could distinguish the direction of the voice.
"Who are you?" Henry endured the pain in his body and looked at the source of the sound.
"Me?" The man laughed at himself. "It's been too long. Nobody called me by my name, and I don't remember."
There was the sound of a huge rock crashing on the ground. Henry could feel that the man was slowly approaching him.
Henry clenched his fists with both hands and concentrated. He didn't even know where he was now, so he should always be on guard in case of any accidents.
The owner of the voice stopped when he was three meters away from Henry. "You don't have to be so nervous. I have been in this hell for 140 years. I won't do anything to a newcomer."
"140 years? Hell?" Henry asked in confusion.
"Correct, boy, what kind of sin did you commit to make the Recluse Association to put you in here? Did you start a world war? Or did you destroy the Recluse Association's legendary supreme treasure? From the past until now, you can be considered the youngest one to enter this underworld." The person in the darkness released a curious voice.
As time went on, Henry gradually adapted to the darkness in front of him. A faint figure appeared in Henry's sight. The figure was only about 1.5 meters tall, and there was an iron chain tied to his feet. Behind the chain, there was an iron block that was nearly ten times larger than others, which limited the man's movement.
"Is the hell you're talking about a cage?" Henry speculated.
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