I tricked you into thinking you had the makings of an emperor, but you actually did it?

The Hall of Judgment is located deep within the divine court of the Eighth Realm, a place hailed as the embodiment of heavenly order and justice.

The palace gates are ten thousand feet high, cast entirely from flawless divine gold, and engraved with countless ancient runes.

Inside the hall, the space was vast and boundless, like a world of its own.

The enormous stone pillars reach straight into the sky, and are carved with the images of ancient gods, exuding a sense of vicissitude and solemnity.

A divine scripture floats in the center of the hall, and the surrounding space is subtly distorted by its presence.

This is a supreme innate treasure, inscribed with all the laws of heaven and earth. No matter whether in the mortal realm or any other world, none can escape its judgment.

Countless case files floated within the hall, transforming into streams of light that flowed into the divine canon, queuing up to await judgment. Each case file represented a causal entanglement between heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a page of the Heavenly Book entered the Hall of Judgment, beginning a long queue.

However, in that instant, the entire Hall of Judgment trembled violently!

As the divine book turned its pages, the once tranquil runes seemed to come alive, leaping wildly, and radiance burst forth from the pages, illuminating the entire hall as bright as day.

The space within the Hall of Judgment trembled incessantly, and an invisible pressure spread outwards.

The priests inside the hall all looked toward the depths of the hall, their eyes filled with awe and bewilderment.

"What kind of case file is this? It has actually caused the divine scriptures to tremble!"

"Could it be a karmic connection at the Dao Lord level?"

"Whose case is it that could be contained in the Heavenly Book and cause such a strange phenomenon?"

The next moment, this page of the celestial book began to spontaneously combust, turning to ashes before anyone could react.

"this?!"

The priests stared at each other blankly; this was a case of divine refusal to be judged!

How could there possibly be such a heaven-defying figure in the Nine Realms? How could this be allowed?

"Investigate! Find out who wrote this cryptic message outside!"

The Lord of the High Priests gave the order.

·...

Meanwhile, in the Divine Prison.

The place they were in was a vast wasteland on the moon, the ground paved with silver-gray rocks that shone with the moon's unique cold light.

The sky is forever shrouded in a thin mist, with the cold-toned Milky Way faintly visible flowing in the distance, appearing both lonely and oppressive.

Upon entering, Shen Ming felt a suffocating pressure. This pressure did not come from any specific powerful individual, but rather from the entire structure of the Divine Prison.

The four walls are all cast from a special black mineral, inlaid with starlight crystals that flicker intermittently.

These crystals emit a special force field that suppresses magical and spiritual power to the point of near impotence.

The path continued downwards, with cell after cell on either side. Each cell was like a small, independent world.

Shen Ming's gaze swept over the several cells, and his heart tightened.

Each cell holds an incredibly terrifying being, representing all races and even horrific creatures.

Suddenly, Shen Ming's vision blurred, and he found himself in a prison cell.

The area was approximately fifty square meters, and both the floor and walls emitted a blinding white light.

The nine divine soldiers did not leave; they stood in a line with an empty space in the middle.

Soon, a figure appeared out of thin air in the empty space.

He was tall and slender, wearing a black and gold robe embroidered with intricate runes, and a celestial seal symbolizing authority was pinned to his chest.

His face was thin and pale, with harsh features, especially his narrow eyes, which always gleamed with shrewd calculation.

"Name, background," he said.

After thinking about it, Shen Ming decided not to hide it.

"He's quite cooperative, not like a troublemaker. Why would he think of killing the Lightning God?" The man sneered.

He knew all the prisoners who came in like the back of his hand, and the reason he asked so many questions was to intimidate them.

"I am the warden of the Divine Prison. I have been ordered to detain you here until the Thunder Department takes you back to the Divine Court. Do you understand?" the warden said.

Shen Ming remained silent, thinking that without the immortal talisman, he would truly be facing a desperate situation.

"Would you like to be more comfortable during this time?"

The next second, the warden chuckled.

"What do you mean?" Shen Ming asked.

“You can’t use any more divine resources and treasures here. You might as well entrust them to me for safekeeping,” the warden said.

Shen Ming was taken aback, but then immediately realized it made perfect sense.

"I handed the storage bag to the elder before I came in," Shen Ming said.

“You are a disciple of Penglai, and I have been very polite to you. If it were any other prisoner, they would have been skinned alive and their bones would have been ripped out by now,” the warden questioned.

"He wasn't tried through the divine code, so he's not a criminal." Shen Ming learned this from the elder.

Unexpectedly, the warden and the nine divine soldiers burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Come, take him with you."

With a wave of his hand, the warden summoned nine divine soldiers to stand around Shen Ming once again, escorting him out of the cell.

A short while later, they arrived outside another cell.

“This floor is full of people like you who are still being held in custody.”

As the warden spoke, he gestured for Shen Ming to look inside.

In the corner of the cell, a thin figure was huddled up.

He was curled up on the ground, his eyes closed, his whole body limp and powerless like a dead tree.

His face was pale, and his features were distorted beyond recognition, as if he were being increasingly distorted by the laws of heaven and earth. His vital energy was already unstable, yet there were no visible external injuries.

"I did it! I did everything!"

Hearing someone outside, the man screamed wildly.

"Like you, his case file was also waiting in line at the Hall of Judgment. He came in perfectly fine, but I don't know how he ended up like this," the warden said sarcastically.

Shen Ming frowned, not out of fear, but out of anger.

After Lei Yuan's actions, it's clear he actually has a high opinion of the Divine Court's scriptures, even though he himself is deeply involved in them.

In retrospect, it was all just a facade.

He wasn't in a hurry to leave; he wanted to see the true face of the Divine Prison one more time.

"No means no, there's no point in saying more," Shen Ming said.

The colorful cloud bag was stored in the Great Luo Palace, which was located within his body and could not be forcibly taken by others.

If he were a real prisoner, the warden would have taken action long ago and wouldn't be wasting time talking to him here.

"Hmph! You're asking for it! You think I'm just trying to scare you? I won't do anything to you? So what if you're a disciple of Penglai? Even disciples of Penglai have to kneel down! Take me to the Black Prison torture chamber!" the warden roared.

Jian Li secretly spoke up, telling Shen Ming to use the immortal talisman now.

Otherwise, if we can't leave, we'll be in real trouble.

"The elder wouldn't lie to me; if he can leave, he definitely can." Shen Ming had confidence in the talisman.

Jian Li admired the Antarctic Immortal's character, but was worried about unexpected situations.

For example, the Old Man of the South Pole did not know that Shen Ming would go to the Black Prison.

What if the restrictions in the Black Prison are different from those outside, and exceed the limit of the Immortal Talisman?

At that time, it was truly a desperate situation where no one could help us.

Shen Ming didn't think too much about it and firmly believed that the magic talisman would work.

The Black Prison refers to another area of ​​the Divine Prison, where the most vicious and wicked criminals are imprisoned.

If there might be innocent people outside, then everyone here is utterly wicked.