After obtaining the Sect Master’s approval, Li Qingyang rolled up his sleeves and began construction with Page, centering on the Heaven and Earth Level dungeons and digging downward.
Because the work was underground, the surface wasn’t affected.
Fellow disciples either had time to come help or continued investing in cultivation—the entire sect remained peaceful as always.
The Second Disciple was very strong in construction, which Jun Changxiao wasn’t worried about, so he focused his thoughts on managing the sect, waiting for the sect tasks to complete so he could upgrade the construction level.
“Has it started?”
In the Heaven Level cellblock, Zhao Doudou pressed his ear to the ground, vaguely hearing movement, a smile appearing on his face.
He knew the Sect Master had adopted his suggestion, because before starting construction, Li Qingyang had come to find him and seriously discussed it.
Though I’m not yet a member of the Eternal Sect, I’ve already provided help to the sect. That strong sense of belonging and honor makes me extremely proud!
Because the prison would be built underground, transporting materials would be quite troublesome, and the time consumed would be correspondingly longer.
Until half a month later.
The rough outline of the nine-level prison had taken shape.
Jun Changxiao came down to inspect and gave high praise to Li Qingyang and Page’s work.
However.
Gou Sheng had also been constantly considering.
After the prison was completed, how should the defense system be arranged?
Riots and escapes absolutely could not happen, so security performance had to be strong.
“You could have the Formation Hall arrange various formations around me,” the system suggested.
Jun Changxiao had thought of this too, but always felt it wasn’t safe enough. After all, once the prisoners locked in the prison had their qi meridians unsealed and numbers increased, how many formations would be needed to keep things stable?
“If I could install the Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower inside the prison, Er Ya could freely move about within, which should provide good control.”
Zhao Doudou had been imprisoned long enough—having him as a warden wasn’t impossible, but at most he could only be a deputy. Speaking of the most suitable candidate, naturally it was still Er Ya who liked whips and candles.
However.
After all, she was the artifact spirit of the Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower.
She could only exist inside and couldn’t come out, so managing the prison wasn’t realistic, unless…
“I’ve got it!”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up: “We can install the prison inside the Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower!”
This treasure from a task reward had withstood fifty percent of the Upper Realm’s tribulation lightning power, proving it was extremely formidable. If it was converted into a prison, prisoners locked inside definitely couldn’t escape!
Moreover.
The Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower could change size at will, and the internal space wasn’t affected at all. If needed in the future, it could also be taken out.
The system was speechless: “This is the rhythm of turning the Soul Suppression Tower into a Prison Tower?”
“Divide the tower into nine levels, each level holding different grade prisoners. In the future when encountering danger while out, we can also release them to fight.”
“…”
The system had already imagined the scene: top experts offering various brilliantly colored treasures, shouting earth-shaking incantations, while when it came to the host, he’d offer a prison tower and release batches of prisoners wearing prison uniforms and leg irons.
This was clearly supposed to be a serious sect development hot-blooded series—why did it turn into an absurd comedy when it came to him!
…
Thinking meant doing—this was Jun Changxiao’s consistent style.
While Li Qingyang was constructing, he figured out how to have the Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower cover the entire prison.
The problem came.
This kind of treasure belonged to Jun Changxiao. Others wanting to enter couldn’t—if prisoners were to be confined, would he have to personally deliver them?
With one-click alchemy and equipment crafting functions that had to be handed over to disciples, even daily fantasizing about being a hands-off boss, this super lazy guy definitely had to think of another method.
“Master.”
Er Ya said: “As long as it has your soul imprint, anyone can enter the interior of the Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower.”
Jun Changxiao’s eyes lit up: “If I fuse my soul imprint into tokens, others can freely enter?”
“Correct.”
Er Ya nodded.
Thus, Jun Changxiao that very day ordered the Foundry Hall to forge a large number of tokens with obvious sect characteristics as quickly as possible.
Actually, with Jun Changxiao’s Sacred Flame Body, he could forge tokens even faster himself, but if the Sect Master did everything, what were disciples for?
Fan Yezi lived up to being a master. In just a few days, he’d used extremely high-quality ore to craft many tokens inscribed with the four characters “Tiegu Zhengzheng,” fully embodying the sect’s excellent virtues.
“Whoosh!”
“Whoosh!”
In the study, flowing light danced chaotically, rapidly fusing into the tokens.
Jun Changxiao picked one up: “With this thing, disciples can freely enter and exit. However… if prisoners get hold of it, that would also be troublesome, so we need to add the holder’s imprint for double protection.”
“So thorough!” the system admired.
…
“Whoosh!”
Walking down the stairs at the prison entrance, and stepping through the prison gate, Li Qingyang’s entire body rippled with barrier waves—that feeling was like crossing from one world into another.
He held a token; otherwise he would be ejected.
Inside the prison, because it wasn’t yet completed, it was still in preliminary rudimentary form.
However, Li Qingyang discovered in surprise that the air here emanated a special aura that vaguely made people uneasy.
“Hehe.”
Suddenly, laughter came.
At some point, a little girl appeared behind him.
She held a whip in her right hand and a candle in her left, smiling: “Little brother, which one do you choose?”
“Gulp!”
Li Qingyang swallowed, his back suddenly going cold.
The little girl looked very cute, but the way she smiled gave people a hair-raising feeling!
“Er Ya.”
Jun Changxiao walked in: “This is this seat’s Second Disciple, not a prisoner who’s been locked up.”
“Oh.”
Er Ya quickly hid the whip and candle behind her back, her smile becoming innocent and adorable, cute enough to make people want to pinch her cheeks.
“…”
Li Qingyang’s mouth twitched slightly.
This artifact spirit was a bit terrifying!
…
The Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower was buried beneath the Heaven and Earth Level cells with connecting passages. Prisoners entering had to wear tokens infused with soul imprints.
Of course.
After being locked inside, the tokens would be confiscated.
The tokens disciples entered with also had corresponding settings—only effective when held by the person themselves. If accidentally lost or obtained by prisoners, they still couldn’t use them to escape.
A treasure with the function of refining impure attributes, in Jun Changxiao’s application, became a prison for confining criminals. Whether person or object, as long as one dared to boldly imagine, there was nothing that couldn’t take on dual roles!
…
Li Qingyang continued working with Page.
However, a little girl holding a whip and candle constantly stood behind him, occasionally showing an eerie smile that would startle him into a cold sweat at any moment.
…
Ten days later.
A large prison existing within the Tianyuan Soul Suppression Tower was completed, each level absolutely independent with all supporting facilities available.
“Sect Master.”
Li Qingyang said: “Each prison level can hold several thousand prisoners, not only with collective cell dining halls but also individual cell dining halls.”
“Very good, very good.”
Jun Changxiao was very satisfied.
With the prison completed, it definitely needed a name.
After some consideration, he came to the prison’s main gate, raised two fingers to gather spiritual energy, and carved five large characters with powerful strokes on it—Tianyuan Prison Suppression Tower!