Although this young man didn't seem to have anything particularly outstanding about him.

Even the faint smile on her face seemed approachable, but in the eyes of these two disciples of the Daoist Temple, it only instilled even greater fear.

Finally, Ma Jun still trembled and asked, "Who are you? Do you know where this is?"

The man's smile widened. "I'm just an unknown nobody," he said. "Even if I told you my name, you probably wouldn't have heard of it."

As for your second question, it's also my question. I just asked it a moment ago, you probably didn't hear clearly, so let me repeat it. This place, should this be the prison, right?

The man's incessant words caused the two disciples of the Dao Temple to glance at each other again, confirming their previous feeling was not wrong.

This person is a chatterbox!

Then the woman finally gathered her courage and said, "That's right, this is where the prison of hell is located. No matter who you are, since you have now trespassed into it, you are guilty of death!"

"I advise you to surrender peacefully and come with us to the Hall of Three Palaces to accept punishment!"

As the woman's voice trailed off, the young man suddenly looked at her with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.

That one glance instantly made the woman feel like the world before her had crumbled into ruin in an instant.

The whole person was struck dumb, as if by lightning. His mind went blank in an instant.

Even inside his body, a sound of earth-shattering collapse echoed. With a snap of his eyes closed and a softening of his limbs, he collapsed onto his companion.

Ma Jun hurriedly reached out to support the woman's body, but the moment his hand touched her, his face changed drastically.

Pointing a shaking finger at the loquacious man across from him, Ma Jun's voice trembled: "You, you actually dared to cripple her cultivation? You have such guts! You wait, you wait!"

That talkative man, after only glancing at the woman, abruptly and silently wiped out all of her cultivation, erasing her memories.

Once the woman wakes up, not only will she have lost all her cultivation, but she will also become a complete idiot who knows nothing!

At this moment, Ma Jun's heart was filled with intense fear.

However, the young man simply shrugged and said, "You should be grateful that I'm here!"

"If you had encountered my master or my senior and junior sisters today, it wouldn't have been as simple as having their cultivation base abolished and their memories erased."

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Ma Jun continued, "You, what are you doing here!"

Although he still didn't know who the talkative man before him was, he knew the other party must be here to cause trouble for the Temple of the Way.

And this is hardly anything new. Despite the fact that the Temple of Dao commands universal respect, there will always be those who refuse to submit. Thus, naturally, there are people who deliberately go out of their way to cause trouble for the Temple of Dao.

But most of those people only dare to go and cause trouble for the Town Boundary Envoys and Border Patrol Envoys.

Those who are bolder might go and cause trouble for the Eighteen Halls, and those even bolder would go and cause trouble for the Six Paths.

But to come looking for trouble with the Three Palaces, in this man's memory, whether he had heard it or seen it, it was truly the first time since the beginning of heaven and earth!

Ma Jun's body was still trembling, but in the palm of his hand holding the woman's, a communication stone quietly appeared and was crushed with force.

The disciples of the Temple of the Dao God who guards the Heavenly Prison are not just these two. Within the renowned San Gong, the Three Palaces of Daoism, there is also a palace master presiding over them.

The Palace Master, within the Temple of Dao, is the second most powerful being after the Dao Sovereign.

As long as the Palace Master makes an appearance, Ma Jun believes that no matter what identity this man possesses, even if he is the head of one of the Nine Great Sects, he will inevitably be easily subdued and then sent to the Dao Prison.

When that time comes, I'll have the opportunity to really make them suffer!

Just as Ma Jun was fantasizing about how to torture this talkative man in the future, the man spoke again: "Don't waste your effort. In my world, your Palace Master won't receive your messages!"

"Now, I ask you again, Ginger Cloud, where exactly is he being held in the Dao Prison?"

As he spoke, the talkative man suddenly took a step forward, appearing directly in front of the other person. His eyes were fixed on them.

Right before his eyes, Ma Jun stood within the man's pupils. However, instead of seeing himself, he beheld a boundless and expansive world.

Until this moment, he finally understood. Although he stood at the edge of the Ten Thousand Dao Palace's outer grounds, in reality, he had already been transported to a different space.

Or perhaps, one finds oneself immersed in the world of this verbose man!

No wonder the three palaces had no awareness of such a powerful being's appearance, no wonder the other party said that crushing the communication stone was useless.

After understanding all of this, a glimmer of despair also appeared in Ma Jun's eyes.

The space where the Dao Prison and Dao San Palace are located appears to be nothing but darkness, but in reality, it is filled with countless Dao patterns, countless prohibitions, and countless formations!

However, the other party was still able to cast special divine powers and construct an independent world of their own without triggering any of these ambushes.

This kind of supernatural ability is the power of spatial laws, and this man's mastery over this power has reached an extraordinary level.

Then the opponent's strength was far beyond their imagination.

"Not yet?"

The talkative man's brow furrowed slightly as he said, "Although I am always willing to help others clear up their doubts and questions, whenever I ask someone for help myself, no one seems willing to answer me wholeheartedly."

"It seems I've been too kind. Perhaps I should learn a bit more from my master."

After shaking his head helplessly, the talkative man suddenly produced a jade slip in his hand and said: "I have already recorded the conversation between the two of you just now."

I think if we gave this conversation to the Taoist Temple, they would be very interested!

Ma Jun was so close to wanting to die, "Are you being too kind?"

With just one look, he reduced his junior sister's cultivation to nothing, turning her into a fool.

Now you're using our conversations with my younger sister to blackmail me. If you were truly kind, then there wouldn't be any bad people in this world.

In fact, how could he possibly know? The talkative man hadn't lied to him at all. He was indeed the kindest one in their entire lineage, from the master down to his younger disciples.

"Seventh, the seventh layer of hell!"

At last, the disciples of the Temple of the Dao gave up their insistence and helplessly replied.

"Seven floors!"

The chatterbox's brow furrowed even tighter. "How could it possibly be seven layers?"

"What on earth did the little disciple do to be sent to the seventh level of the Dao Prison, layers eight, nine, and three? That is..."

At this point, the man suddenly stopped talking and continued to look at Ma Jun: "Just now I also heard you mention a senior Yue, who is he?"

By this point, Ma Jun had clearly abandoned any hope of getting off easy. He answered every question honestly and truthfully, revealing everything he knew.

"The senior named Yue Qing is a border patrol officer. It was he who captured Jiang Yun and sent him to the Dao Realm."

"Nor do we know what happened when he was capturing Gingercloud, that made him so filled with hatred for her. He issued an order for us to devise every means possible to torture her..."

When Ma Jun said this, a sudden, aged voice, like a clap of thunder, interrupted his words.

"Greetings, esteemed cultivator from the East! Why didn't you greet this one before arriving?"

First released on the Traditional Chinese Novel Network