Myth Beyond Heaven

Chapter 2254 Delusional

2254  Delusional

The ninth level of the Divine Light Cousin's prison was a place of despair and desolation. It was a realm of eternal darkness, where the only sound was the dripping of water and the occasional moan of a tortured soul.

Yun Lintian was led through a labyrinth of narrow corridors, their walls lined with cold, damp stone. The air was thick with the stench of decay and the oppressive silence that hung heavy in the air.

The officers stopped in front of a massive iron door, its surface scarred and dented from countless years of confinement. One of the officers inserted a key into the lock and turned it with a grating sound. The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit cell.

"Get in," one of the officers said gruffly, pushing Yun Lintian into the cell.

Yun Lintian stumbled forward, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. The cell was small and cramped, barely large enough for a single person. A stone slab served as a bed, and a rusty bucket in the corner served as a toilet.

The officers slammed the door shut, the sound echoing through the empty corridors. Yun Lintian was left alone in the darkness, the silence pressing down upon him like a heavy shroud.

He sat down on the stone slab, his mind racing. Qian Shang obviously had an ulterior motive for falsifying the conviction. What could it be?

Unfortunately, Yun Lintian's time in the city had been too short. He didn't have enough information to deduce the possibilities. All he could do now was find a way to leave this place. After all, it was impossible to rely solely on Huang Xian to rescue him.

As he sat there, his senses attuned to the environment around him, he could feel the presence of other beings within the prison. They were not ordinary prisoners, but powerful cultivators who had been locked away for their crimes.

He could sense their energy, their anger, their despair. It was a symphony of darkness, a chorus of tormented souls.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the darkness. "Well, well, what do we have here? A new guest?"

Yun Lintian turned his head, his eyes searching for the source of the voice. In the shadows, he could make out the figure of a man sitting in the corner of his cell. The man was tall and gaunt, his skin pale and drawn. His eyes, however, burned with an unnatural intensity, as if fueled by an inner fire.

"Who are you?" Yun Lintian asked, his voice steady.

The man chuckled, a dry, raspy sound that echoed through the cell. "They call me the Mad Monk," he said. "And you, my friend, are in for a long and unpleasant stay."

"Maybe," Yun Lintian responded calmly.

"Oh? I've seen a lot of people with that confident expression." The Mad Monk grinned. "If you are thinking of leaving this place, I'm afraid you're dreaming, my friend. The Divine Light Cousin is rotten to the core."

Yun Lintian looked at him curiously. "Why are you here?"

The Mad Monk shrugged. "I killed a few people," he said nonchalantly. "But they deserved it. They were corrupt officials, greedy merchants, vile criminals. I did the world a favor."

Yun Lintian raised an eyebrow. "So, you're a vigilante?"

The Mad Monk grinned. "You could say that," he said. "But I prefer to think of myself as an instrument of justice."

Yun Lintian chuckled. "Justice? In this place? You're quite delusional, brother."

The Mad Monk's grin widened. "Perhaps," he said. "But delusion is the only thing that keeps us sane in this hellhole."

He leaned closer, his eyes gleaming with a feverish intensity. "Listen, my friend. If you want to survive in this place, you need to embrace the darkness. You need to become a monster."

"Become a monster like you?" Yun Lintian asked with a smile.

The Mad Monk laughed. "We'll see about that," he said. "The darkness will consume you eventually. It always does."

Yun Lintian ignored him, his mind returning to the task at hand. He needed to find a way to escape this prison.

He closed his eyes, focusing his senses. He could feel the energy of the prison, the ley lines that flowed beneath the earth, the vibrations of the stone walls.

He opened his eyes, a plan forming in his mind. He would use his mastery of the spatial laws to escape this prison. But first, he needed to find a way to break the meteorite chains that bound him.

He examined the chains closely, noting their intricate design and the powerful runes that glowed faintly on their surface. These were no ordinary chains; they were designed to suppress the profound energy of cultivators, making it impossible for them to escape.

The Mad Monk looked at Yun Lintian as if he were looking at a fool. "Don't tell me you're trying to break the chain?"

Yun Lintian remained silent, focusing on the runes.

The Mad Monk laughed and turned to the other cells. "Everyone. Why don't we make a bet? Do you think this little fresh meat can break the chain? I bet two loaves of bread."

The prisoners in the surrounding cells, drawn by the Mad Monk's words, emerged from the shadows, their eyes gleaming with a mix of amusement and curiosity.

"Five pieces of jerky!" A gruff voice boomed from a nearby cell, belonging to a burly man with scars crisscrossing his face.

"I'll bet a bottle of wine!" A slender woman with flowing red hair chimed in, her voice surprisingly melodic amidst the harsh surroundings.

"A week's worth of water rations!" A wizened old man with a long, flowing beard added, his voice barely a whisper.

The stakes were rising, and the atmosphere in the prison crackled with anticipation. The prisoners, starved for entertainment in their bleak existence, eagerly placed their bets, their eyes fixed on Yun Lintian.

Yun Lintian, oblivious to the wager unfolding around him, remained immersed in his analysis of the rune matrix. He could feel the intricate patterns of energy flowing through the chains, the complex interplay of forces that held them together.

He reached out with his finger, probing the rune matrix, searching for a weakness. It was like navigating a labyrinth of energy, each twist and turn revealing a new layer of complexity.

The Mad Monk, watching Yun Lintian's focused expression, shook his head with a chuckle. "The boy is delusional," he muttered to himself. "Those chains are unbreakable. Even a True God would struggle to free himself."