The Shackled Prince

Somewhere else in the Lower Celestial Realm.

There was a man tied with so many chains and restrictions that anyone below the Ascendant Level would immediately lose their mind if they tried to use their divine sense to comprehend these restrictions.

The man was a disheveled young man, that had a devilish handsomeness to his body, his whole demeanor was that of a sickly young noble with vicious expressions, his eyes held disdain toward the world, nay, toward heavens themselves.

This young man was imprisoned, sealed, and locked away in this forgotten place, his whole demeanor however never changed, nor did this imprisonment bother him.

He was locked in a room in a massive palace, if Shen Bao was here, he would have to admit that this palace was so far beyond the already astonishing palace of the Purple Cloud sect that there was no way to compare them. But this very palace was nothing but a prison for this young man.