Demon Sword Sect's Undercover-Chapter 834 - 833: A New World [End of the Month Vote]

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They flew for fifteen days, which is forty-five days in the outside world. This kind of time transformation forced him to remind himself that only twenty years here would coincide with the time window where Hell Star and Jinxiu intersect.

He was transported to a relatively remote island. The Unihorn people who escorted him didn’t speak the whole way, and of course, he didn’t entertain thoughts of escape either. Already in captivity, where could he escape to without understanding the situation?

From the outside, he couldn’t completely distinguish between these floating islands. It seemed as though they passed several islands along the way, and they all looked quite similar from afar?

Only the small island where he would settle seemed truly close. As they got nearer, he could see the floating island was already quite large, roughly comparable to a small country on the Jinxiu Continent, like the Anhe Dao Country.

Upon reaching the island, a primitive and vast aura greeted him, untouched natural scenery, genuine and heavy with ancient simplicity.

The entire island was primarily plains and hills, with no towering mountains—likely a result of the unique environment inside the Hell Star. The crustal movements here were not as intense as in typical star domains, leading to such a calm topographical landscape.

Plants were ubiquitous; the spiritual energy was even denser than that of the Jinxiu Continent. Considering that this was an enclosed environment with a star shell preventing the escape of spiritual energy, its richness was understandable.

Just a brief sweep with the Divine Sense revealed no mortals lived here, nor were there any signs of Unihorn people activity.

The place where they landed seemed to be a central high point on the island, with a stone tower erected on it, probably the only building on the island, at least as far as Hou Niao could see.

Calling it a tower, it was more like a pile of countless stones of various sizes, revealing that Unihorn people weren’t skilled in construction but rather skilled in excavation, reflecting a different form of civilization.

There were a dozen or so Unihorn people under the tower, who communicated briefly with the one who brought Hou Niao before leaving on their own. They spoke their own language, and Hou Niao could not understand what they were saying at all.

One of the Horned Clan fixed his gaze on him and raised his hand in a gesture, and suddenly there was a flash of lightning at the tower top...

Hou Niao sensed something amiss, but before he could react, a bolt of lightning struck him. The distance was too short, leaving no time to respond.

He was annoyed but did not immediately show his anger, knowing full well that his current situation was not the time to throw tantrums.

The lightning that struck him left a mark like a Thunder Ring on his body. He roughly understood its purpose, having previously thought too simply about it. Although there were no handcuffs or shackles here, the restraint was still present. It was just that they didn’t affix the Thunder Ring the moment one entered Hell Star, but rather after assigning an island.

A daily check-in was mandatory. If he dared to leave the island, the Unihorn people would surely know, and whether they would send someone to capture him again was unknown.

These Unihorn people remained silent, not even bothering to explain the rules to him, sitting cross-legged and ignoring him.

Before long, a figure flew over from a distance—a human Golden Core cultivator, which made Hou Niao breathe a sigh of relief.

What he lacked most now was information. Without understanding this place, there was no way to plan for the future.

The Unihorn pointed at him, and that human cultivator nodded silently and beckoned, "Come with me."

Both flew over the island without showing any interest in conversation. Hou Niao understood the cold indifference of long-term confinement. He himself didn’t know where to start, as cultivators didn’t need verbal comfort.

Arriving at a valley, the Golden Core cultivator stopped and said indifferently, "Do you have any wine?"

Hou Niao paused, immediately understanding his intention. In this grand prison, wine might be the most suitable hard currency; not because cultivators couldn’t brew it themselves, but because it lacked the taste of the outside world.

He took out a pot of wine from his Treasure Gourd and handed it over; he wasn’t particularly fond of it but drank occasionally too, never betting too much on it. He carried a little with him, but supplies were limited, and who could have guessed he’d end up in such a place one day?

The Golden Core cultivator lifted the wine pot, took a single gulp, and tossed it aside, "It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted a fine drink from the mortal realm. Do you have more?"

Hou Niao handed over another pot, which the Golden Core likewise drained with a single gulp, then reached out again,

"Bring it all out, isn’t it tiring digging out one pot at a time?"

Hou Niao didn’t react but stepped back slowly, "I offered you the wine out of respect for you as a senior, not because I owe you; I still have wine, but I don’t want to give more because your attitude is wrong."

Being from the law enforcement background, he was too familiar with the intricate dynamics in prisons. This was a matter of human nature and was no different for cultivators than for mortals. It was clear this Golden Core was akin to a prison warden, helping the Unihorn prison guards manage the convict cultivators.

A warden, of course, has to exploit and humiliate, also a kind of execution stick; one must not back down in such situations, as retreat would only encourage further demands until all resources were exhausted, and be ordered around. Some could reduce themselves to become subordinates, but not him, so he had to firmly express his position, even if fighting was necessary, not crumbling at the first test upon entering prison.

The Golden Core cultivator was not surprised at all. How many good-tempered people were sent here? They were all ruthless people with blood-stained hands, none easy to deal with.

He asked for wine to take advantage of the newcomer’s possessions, not just for wine, but for everything! The wise would obediently hand it over, the fools would simply be crushed. The Unihorn people wouldn’t care about the conflicts between convict cultivators, as long as it wasn’t excessive. To them, whether being locked up for life or a day made no difference? Anyway, none could dream of leaving alive.

Hell Star’s first test was toughness—being able to fight; otherwise, there was no worth in surviving.

He gave a cold smile, clenched his hand, an Earth Puppet emerged from the ground, swinging its massive fists at Hou Niao while stepping on the Heavenly Gang. Within the valley range, a simple Four-Door Formation controlled all avenues of escape and movement.

As a Golden Core, dealing with a Foundation Establishment cultivator shouldn’t require such measures, but it was just his personal style. Anyone sent here had some abilities, and should they escape, it’d be troublesome. There were many Golden Core cultivators with similar positions here, and above them were overlords; he didn’t want to cause trouble for himself.

As soon as the Earth Puppet appeared, the small cultivator’s body vanished, leaving only a sword light, unusually agile, directly attacking the face.

Sword Cultivator?

He was a little surprised. He hadn’t heard of any remarkable Sword Sect in the nearby Boundary Domain. What was going on?