The Demon Palace Dungeon was the most impregnable prison aside from the Celestial Clan Heavenly Prison. Built two hundred meters underground, it was shrouded in near-total darkness, with only faint glimmers of light piercing the gloom. Cold and isolation were its defining features.
Nanyue had been imprisoned here for several months. With the God Clan and Demon Clan locked in bitter conflict, they naturally showed no mercy to a captive like her.
Her white robes were now tattered and stained with blood, her exposed skin bearing not a single patch of intact flesh. With her Divine Power sealed, she could not use her Self-Healing Spell. Old wounds refused to heal, new injuries piled up, and her body had reached its breaking point.
Yet, compared to the physical pain, the boundless isolation was even more crushing.
She believed the God Clan would not abandon her to die, but she had little faith in her chances of survival. The Demon Clan’s schemes were so blatant she could practically hear them clattering from miles away.
In recent days, aside from the usual guards, no other Demons had appeared in the dungeon. The abnormal quiet felt like the calm before a storm, filling her with anxiety.
A rustling sound came from the cell opposite. Nanyue suppressed her emotions and lifted her gaze.
She grinned and said, “You’re still alive.”
The person opposite snorted lightly. “The Divination Result says I’ll outlive you~~”
“Hmph.” Nanyue curled her lip.
The other fell silent again, followed by another round of rustling and light tapping. Recognizing the familiar sounds, Nanyue rolled her eyes inwardly. That so-called Great Sorcerer of the Demon Clan was once again probing the so-called Heavenly Secrets.
A soft ding signaled the end of the divination. The next moment, Du Hui couldn’t contain his excitement. “The Divination Result says we’ll be out of here soon.”
In the dim light, he sprang to his feet, his expression brimming with unrestrained excitement. “Hahahahaha, just wait till I get out, just wait till I get out…” He paused, his face twisting into a fierce snarl as he growled, “I’ll tear this damn Demon Palace apart!!”
His voice thundered through the dungeon, thick with rage.
Nanyue didn’t even lift an eyelid, silently counting one, two, three. As she finished counting, the dungeon guards arrived precisely at Du Hui’s cell.
“What are you howling about?! Keep it up and I’ll skin you alive!”
The guards were accustomed to his occasional outbursts, but they were still deeply annoyed.
Irritated, one guard banged his iron rod against Du Hui’s cell door as a threat.
At the sight, Du Hui—ever the coward—immediately shrank back into the corner, only daring to glare at the guard with his eyes.
“Tch, lunatic!” The guard sneered, too lazy to bother with him further.
Seeing the guard leave without a backward glance, Du Hui perked up again, muttering incessantly, “We’re getting out, we’re getting out.”
Nanyue felt like rolling her eyes to the heavens. The disheveled, grimy figure opposite—unrecognizable as either human or ghost—claimed to be a Sorcerer of the Demon Clan. She had no idea what crime he’d committed to be locked away in this sunless dungeon, but the confinement had clearly unhinged him. Every time he woke, he would perform a divination, and regardless of the outcome, he would shout and carry on until the guards arrived and beat him into submission.
Lately, though, he’d grown wiser, learning not to confront the guards head-on. He would obediently crouch in the corner to avoid a beating.
Under normal circumstances, Nanyue would have mocked him mercilessly, but recently, her body was too weak, and she simply lacked the energy.
Struggling to prop herself up, she looked toward the opposite cell and rasped, “Hey, lunatic.”
The madman abruptly stopped and turned to her eagerly. “What?”
Nanyue curled her lips, speaking word by word with malice, “How noisy.”
Du Hui blinked innocently, and seeing no other reaction from her, repeated neurotically, “We’re going out.”
Nanyue: .
She wouldn’t argue with a lunatic.
Nanyue’s body was still too weak, and she gradually fell into a deep sleep amidst Du Hui’s muttering.
When she woke again, in the dim lamplight, she met a pair of clear, indifferent golden eyes.
It was a member of the God Clan.
Her mouth was parched, and tears could no longer be held back as they streamed down her face. “You’ve finally come.”
Zhaozhao’s eyes clearly reflected the tragic state of this Divine Maiden. He lowered his gaze and said softly, “We’re late, I’m sorry.”
He bent down, carefully avoiding her wounds, and slowly lifted her into his arms.
A rare, gentle smile appeared on Nanyue’s face. She said, “The Demon Clan has been acting unusually lately, likely plotting something. Be extremely careful.”
Zhaozhao nodded. He had come fully prepared.
The System only provided the general plot, without detailing the specifics of this rescue mission. He could only roughly infer the dangers, but his purpose in coming here was precisely to prevent the plot from repeating itself.
Every Divine Son and Divine Maiden who came here today must return safely.