Sword Prison, the eighteenth layer.
When Ling Chen stepped out from the Wind Eye, what greeted his eyes was a vast, boundless expanse of land.
This region was incredibly vast, desolate, ancient, and exuded a faint wild aura.
On the deep-colored ground, there were densely packed giant swords inserted, which from a distance, looked like a forest.
So many giant swords gathered together, releasing an astonishing aura, one that could be felt even from afar, capturing the heart with a chilling Sword Light.
This place was akin to an Asura sword arena.
The eighteenth layer of the Sword Prison, undoubtedly, was an untouched forbidden domain.
Ling Chen glanced around and couldn't help but feel emotional, for the land before him was an entirely unknown territory.
"The last layer, who will be the Gatekeeper?"
