Days passed, one by one.
The Eighteen-Layered Heavenly Prison Tower was also continuously shrinking in size, gradually shedding that magnificent aura that had once blanketed the entire firmament.
Everyone had originally assumed this calm would be broken only when the tower ceased consuming Yin energy. They had not expected its aura to attract a group of existences that even the various pseudo-Underworlds feared.
An old man, wearing a conical hat and straw sandals, appeared near the crowd. He glanced up at the Eighteen-Layered Heavenly Prison Tower, then a smile creased his weathered face, deepening the wrinkles:
"The Eighteen-Layered Heavenly Prison Tower... to think this legendary treasure of the Underworld has appeared in this world. It has certainly opened this old man’s eyes."
Chapter 756