Below the Nine Heavens.
Ning Xian had been wandering this celestial island for three full days.
Though called a celestial island, it felt more like a massive cage.
Countless suspended platforms were connected by chains, staggered at various heights and crowded with pavilions.
There were few True Immortals here, let alone Golden Immortals.
It was mostly a crowd of enslaved demonic beasts or rogue immortals who were forced to stay at the bottom because their laws were too inferior.
Ning Xian wore a set of plain white robes.
She simply walked.
From one street to the next.
Her gaze swept across every corner, over every face.
Nothing.
Still nothing.
It had been ninety-four hours and forty-five minutes since her junior brother had left her sight...
"Immortal Lord—"
A monkey-faced demonic man approached her with a flattering smile.
"Our beast colosseum recently received a few batches of high-quality goods. I guarantee they're top-grade. Would you like to take a look?"
Ning Xian didn't even give him a glance.
"Get lost."
Her voice was very soft, very cold.
The demonic man felt as if he had been pierced by an icicle, freezing in place as cold sweat instantly drenched his back.
By the time he regained his senses, the white figure had already walked far away.
Ning Xian continued forward.
But various thoughts uncontrollably surfaced in her mind.
'Junior Brother... what if he was captured by some female immortal?'
'Junior Brother is so delicate and young.'
'Those women will surely covet his beauty.'
She bit her lower lip, her fingernails digging deep into her palms.
No.
For some reason, as long as it concerned her junior brother, the more she thought, the more panicked she became...
She could only take a deep breath and force herself to calm down.
Continue searching.
Inside a hall beside her, two men were sitting opposite each other, drinking tea.
The carved window frames were half-open, and the faint sound of laughing and talking drifted out.
A burly rogue immortal laughed first. "Hahaha, have you heard? A few days ago, the colosseum caught a new beast called... Fang Xuan? I heard his looks are exceptional."
Ning Xian's footsteps halted...
...
"And now? Who was he sold to?" Sitting opposite him was a thin rogue immortal, holding a teacup with a curious expression.
"He wasn't sold. By now, his limbs have probably been torn off, and he's likely half-dead, hahaha!"
"That's a bit much, isn't it? It's only been a few days."
"Why wouldn't it be? Those disciples of immortal families love watching these good-looking demonic beasts the most. The better they look, the more miserably they are tortured on stage, and the more excited those disciples get.
First, they tear off his limbs, then they drain his blood to watch him struggle in his death throes on the ground... tsk tsk, now that's a spectacle."
The thin rogue immortal's eyes lit up.
"Hearing you say that, I kind of want to get one to play with too."
"Buy one, then. The colosseum has new stock every day. That Fang Xuan was only three thousand Heaven-Earth Stones. Buy him home, give him a good torture session, and watch a lower creature like that struggle to survive. It's great entertainment."
He laughed loudly.
Hahaha—!
Then, the laughter stopped abruptly.
The thin rogue immortal's hand holding the teacup froze in mid-air...
Because he saw the burly man's smile freeze on his face, and then blood gushed from all seven orifices simultaneously.
Eyes, nose, ears, and mouth.
The burly man opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but his throat had already been shattered...
In the next instant, his body collapsed limply.
The teacup in the other rogue immortal's hand fell to the ground with a loud pop.
He whipped his head around.
At the doorway, a white figure had appeared at some unknown moment.
Her white robes were like snow, and her black hair fell like a waterfall.
There was no expression on that cold, ethereal face.
Only a pair of blood-red eyes.
And within those eyes, six Heavy Pupils had now split open.
The other rogue immortal's legs went weak, and he fell directly to his knees.
Heaven-grade rank twenty-six... laws of heavenly mechanism. Of course he recognized it...
"Where is he..." Ning Xian spoke, desperately biting her lower lip.
She knew that killing like this was too impulsive, but hearing those words, she simply couldn't restrain herself.
The rogue immortal could no longer speak clearly. "In... in the center of the floating city... on that... that locked small floating island... the beast colosseum..."
Ning Xian didn't say a word; she only raised her hand.
Then, the rogue immortal's body also froze instantly.
Blood gushed from his seven orifices as his meridians were shattered, and he died...
Ning Xian turned and vanished from the spot in a flash.
...
Inside the beast colosseum...
The massive circular building was suspended in the center of the floating city, held firmly by several thick chains.
From time to time, earth-shaking shouts and the wails of demonic beasts erupted from within.
On the martial stage in the center.
Fang Xuan's hair was loose, and he was covered in blood.
However, it was all someone else's blood.
He exhaled softly, adjusting his state.
Then, he re-wrapped the loosening white bandage on his right hand...
His handcuffs had been removed, but the leg irons were still there, clattering with every step he took.
He looked up at the sky above.
It was a murky grey, and nothing could be seen.
Escaping from here would be difficult.
This beast colosseum was covered by layers of arrays, and the guards were at least True Immortal Level 4 or 5. Although he could fight, acting would expose even more.
The more he exposed, the harder it would be to escape.
He withdrew his gaze and prepared to turn back.
Behind him was the massive corpse of a demonic beast.
The beast was several hundred meters tall and covered in pitch-black scales. It now lay in a pool of blood, its eyes wide with lingering resentment...
Fang Xuan glanced at it and frowned slightly.
He hadn't wanted to kill it... it would expose too much of his strength.
But the beast had been like a madman, lunging at him desperately, giving him no chance to hold back.
So towards the end of the battle, he could only secretly use some laws of space.
On the surface, he was only supposed to use a trace of the laws of destruction to put on an act.
Now that things had come to this... he didn't know if anyone would notice.
...
A guard came over and re-shackled Fang Xuan's hands.
Then, pulling the chain, the guard led him out, preparing to return him to the prison...
...
Meanwhile, in the stands, inside a palanquin carried by a divine beast.
A disciple bowed to the white-haired Immortal Venerable beside him. He truly couldn't understand, so he couldn't help but ask:
"Lord Immortal Venerable, do you really want this newly transformed little beast?"
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