Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 911 - 457: Fate Is Smiling Upon Him (2)

Naturally, if it had any say in the matter, this demon wouldn't choose to serve as a guard in such a place.

Regrettably, options were scarce, as superior demons had directly assigned it to watch over this location.

"But there's no need for you to fret over a thing."

"Over all these years, this prison has remained completely trouble-free."

"Nobody has ever dared to attempt a breakout here."

"Naturally, the human cultivators locked away inside could never break out."

"As long as we stay vigilant, we'll finish our duties without a hitch."

The blue demon guard offered reassurance.

For more than a thousand years, it had served as a prison guard in this spot, facing zero disturbances.

Yet, the role brought scant rewards, so most demons couldn't stick with it for long.

Typically, after some time, groups of guards would step down.

Fresh ones would then arrive to replace them.

The sole reason it had endured here for so long stemmed from a lack of alternatives.

In truth, a severe error on its part had led to punishment, dooming it to guard duty for no less than three thousand years.

"That's reassuring."

Hearing this, the red demon guard let out a relieved breath, figuring that since the veteran guard spoke thus, the human prison's defenses must be solid without serious flaws.

It was unlikely for problems to arise right when it started its shift.

Should something go awry, its luck would truly be abysmal.

"Enough chatter now."

"Come with me as we head inside for a patrol."

"Our duties go beyond just watching the front entrance."

"We must also inspect the captured human cultivators."

"Make sure none of these human cultivators have perished."

The blue demon guard declared in a grave tone.

It retrieved its token and swiftly unlocked the prison entrance.

Bang~~

Right away, the protective barrier across the whole prison lifted.

Both demon prison guards then stepped through the gateway.

Unbeknownst to them, as the door swung open, a shadowy form trailed silently behind, slipping unnoticed into the prison too.

Swish swish swish!!!

The pair of demon prison guards descended the lengthy underground steps, unaware of the vast distance they covered, until they arrived at the prison's deepest section.

This area had been carved out entirely, fitted with countless cells.

Every cell contained a human cultivator.

The exact number of captives remained a mystery to all.

However, each human cultivator within those cells was restrained by heavy black chains.

Twisted demon runes adorned every one of those black chains.

Thanks to these chains, their abilities were fully suppressed, rendering escape impossible no matter their cultivation stage.

Upon the arrival of these two demon prison guards, the gaze of many human prisoners shifted toward them at once.

"You filthy scum, come on and finish me off."

"A pack of spineless demons, you disgust me."

"Is this the best you demons can do? Dare to face me in battle?"

"Release me if you've got the nerve, and I'll end you instantly."

A horde of human cultivators unleashed furious curses and shouts.

"Mere insects, yet you speak to me like this?!"

The red demon prison guard's expression darkened at these words, rage surging as it viewed them as nothing but stray mutts, boldly hurling such insolent words without knowing their place.

"Pay them no mind."

"These fools realize escape is hopeless, so they spout nonsense to rile us up, simply craving an end."

The blue demon prison guard replied coolly.

"Understood."

The red demon guard came to see it clearly, recognizing that these human cultivators spotted its newcomer status and aimed such barbs to incite it, hoping it'd crush them with its might.

Had it lashed out in haste, it could have played right into their scheme.

After all, these captives desperately sought death.

"Hehe, nothing but a bunch on their last legs."

"You might not realize it, but because of your captures, we've flourished across the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Lately, thousands of demon lairs have sprung up in the Great Xuan Dynasty's lands."

"I figure it won't take much longer to wipe out the entire Human Race."

"At that point, even if you beg not to die, the option will be gone."

The blue demon guard let out a scornful chuckle.

It saw no harm in sharing bits of outside intelligence with these human captives.

What?!

This revelation twisted the expressions of countless human cultivators in the cells, stunned that the outer world's crisis had worsened so gravely.

Their own captures lay at the heart of it all.

Had they evaded demon clutches, humanity wouldn't teeter on the brink like this.

Fury consumed each one, thrashing wildly and clanging their binding chains.

Sadly, their cultivations stood sealed away long ago, reducing them to ordinary folk.

Breaking loose proved entirely out of reach.

Not even self-destruction lay within their grasp.

"Hmm, no human deaths here, that's acceptable."

"Patrol's done for today, time to head out."

Noting the utter hopelessness etched on these human cultivators' faces, the blue demon guard brimmed with contentment and glee.

Though irked by their vile tirades, it refrained from lashing out, lest it grant their death wish.

Yet, by disclosing external tidings and plunging these sharp-tongued humans into despair, a deep satisfaction washed over it—this was the price for crossing it.

Still, lingering amid their foul words held no appeal.

The world beyond the prison lay far more serene.

Swish swish swish!!!

The duo of demon guards hastened from the site, resuming their silent vigil at the prison entrance.

Only the cluster of confined human cultivators remained behind.

In a flash, silence enveloped the area, the quiet turning profoundly chilling.

Even the faintest sound, like a needle hitting the floor, would echo sharply.

"Do you believe what that demon claimed earlier is fact or fiction?"

In that instant, an aged voice broke the hush, laced with commanding weight.

"Ice Soul King, true or false, the demon's words mean nothing to us anymore."

"The Forbidden Spirit Magic Lock seals us tight, escape forever out of reach."

The speaker was the Spirit Feather King, an Integration Cultivator and a royal figure from a realm under the Great Xuan Dynasty.

Tragically, he'd tumbled into a demon snare, seized and locked away here.

Alongside him, four other Integration Cultivators shared this fate, all kings from the Great Xuan Dynasty.

The mightiest was none other than the Ice Soul King.

The rest included the Giant Stone King, Phantom King, and Flame Tower King.

Out in the world, they ranked as humanity's supreme forces.

But alas, in this domain, they were mere captives, helpless under demon whims.

"Indeed, I suspect it rings true."

"The demons have stepped into our shoes, after all."

"Masquerading as us, they've run rampant through the Great Xuan Dynasty."

"Events like these come as no shock."

"Unthinkable that our blunder dooms the Human Race."

The Giant Stone King growled through gritted teeth, seething with reluctance.

Silence gripped the other human cultivators.

Words escaped them now.

Reduced to prisoners, awareness of the outer turmoil changed nothing—they lacked the power to act.

Despair gripped every soul completely.

Swish!

Just then, Jiang Fan, empowered by the Celestial Cicada Spirit Leaf, evaded the demon sentries, shadowed their path, and slipped stealthily within. He watched this band of jailed human cultivators in quiet observation, holding his tongue.

Though embedded in hostile depths, where one slip spelled doom, fear evaded him—instead, assurance filled his heart.

Destiny favored him boldly.

Bang~~

Right then, a new portent filtered into Jiang Fan’s thoughts: "You've reached the prison crammed with many human cultivators. Witnessing such numbers held captive stirs your urge to aid them, yet you don't grasp that rash moves won't just doom the rescue but could seal their fates too. For among these human captives, one has turned traitor, now enslaved to the demons."

What?!

This fateful alert made Jiang Fan’s eyes narrow sharply. He'd planned an instant strike to free these human cultivators, but the matter clearly ran deeper now.

Hasty action could snare him here forever.