The guards in this standard God-Prison were just a bunch of ordinary Heavenly Gods.
Ian Song directly invaded their minds with his powerful soul force, hoping to find out the exact location where Redmoon God-King and Silverwing God-King were being held. Unfortunately, their ranks were too low.
They didn't know anything at all.
So, Ian could only leave and head to the next obscure area.
The second obscure spot was a small palace.
Outside the palace, more than ten Upper Heavenly Gods stood guard.
Ian swaggered right up, but this group of Upper Heavenly Gods couldn't even see him.
Inside the palace, there were powerful prohibitions and formations.
But they were nothing to Ian—he broke through them with a casual wave.
Going deeper, he entered a garden.
Inside the garden there was only one person—a little girl in green.
She looked just six or seven years old, but Ian was sure she wasn't human—and her cultivation was extraordinary, already at the peak of Upper Heavenly God.
"Who are you? How did you get in here?"
The green-clothed little girl looked Ian up and down, curiosity in her eyes.
"Why are you locked up here?" Ian asked.
"I was captured... Sob, I miss my mom! Big brother, can you take me out of here?" The little girl cried, looking so pitiful.
"Who's your mom? Tell me and I'll get you out!" Ian said thoughtfully.
The little girl said, "My mom is the queen of the Phoenix Infant Clan. Big brother, as long as you rescue me, my mom will definitely give you lots of treasures!"
"Phoenix Infant?"
Ian showed a hint of surprise. The Phoenix Infant Clan was one of the top ten races in the God Realm. The God-Demon Corps was really gutsy—actually daring to lock up the Phoenix Infant Clan's little princess here.
"Let's go, I'll take you out of here!"
"Thank you, big brother!"
The little girl couldn't help but break into a delighted smile.
Holding Yinyin's hand, Ian walked out and headed for the next obscure area.
On the way, he learned the little girl's name—Yinyin.
Soon.
Ian soon arrived at the third obscure area.
There was a large black hall here.
A strange power shrouded the hall, blocking Divine Sense from probing inside.
Heavenly Gods stood guard both inside and outside the hall.
Ian led Yinyin inside.
"Who are you?"
Suddenly, a voice rang out, and a God-King in black robes strode over.
Ian saw through his strength at a glance: late mid-stage God-King, already a top expert among God-Kings.
"Do you know where the Redmoon God-King is being held?"
Ian asked.
"She's imprisoned in the deepest part of this God-Prison!"
The Black-Robe God-King actually answered truthfully.
"Lead the way!"
Ian said.
"Yes!"
The Black-Robe God-King nodded, then walked deeper into the hall. He took out a token, performed a series of hand seals, and a void passage formed. He stepped inside, with Ian holding Yinyin close behind.
Beyond the passage was a special small world, where no divine qi could be felt and even the power of laws was cut off.
At the same time, Ian saw many prison cells, with both humans and fierce beasts locked inside.
The Black-Robe God-King led Ian to a staircase, and they descended through more than three hundred layers of cells before reaching the deepest level.
The formations and prohibitions in the deepest cell were extremely formidable—even Ian had to admit that the one who set them was truly skilled.
The Black-Robe God-King took out the token again and led Ian into the deepest cell.
Here, there were only twelve cells: three were vacant, and nine held prisoners. Suddenly, Ian's gaze fell on the cell holding Redmoon God-King, his eyes flashing with intense killing intent.
At that moment, Redmoon God-King was having her God-King Dao forcibly extracted by three God-Kings working together, who were refining her Dao to strengthen themselves.
No one knew how long this had continued; as a result, Redmoon God-King was extremely weak and had fallen into a deep coma.
"Courting death!"
Ian was furious and said to the Black-Robe God-King, "Open the cell!"
He obeyed and opened the cell.
Ian entered with a cold expression.
"Brother Ming, who is he? Why did you bring him here?"
One of the God-Kings asked with a smile, his eyes showing a hint of caution.
The other two God-Kings also looked at Ian, their gazes scrutinizing.
"My name is Ian. You've probably heard of me, haven't you?"
Ian spoke slowly, his words icy and filled with killing intent. A thousand years ago, though he was only an Upper Heavenly God, he caused twenty-five God-Kings to fall or lose their cultivation, and even the Eightfold War-King Legion could not stop him.
So, more than ninety-nine percent of the God-Kings in the God-Demon Corps know his name.