Martial Master

"The origin of the cage, as for why this subordinate is here, that’s a long story." The Soul-Eating Underworld Insect sighed and continued, "Back in the day, when I was serving under the great emperor as a personal guard, one day the great emperor was playing games with his nine wives in bed while I was outside lighting the oil lamp to serve them..."

"Wait a minute..." Qin Chen interrupted the bony figure, frowning, "What kind of game requires someone to light an oil lamp to serve?"

The Soul-Eating Underworld Insect shook its head, "I don’t know about that. Every time they played, the great emperor would seal off the bed with restrictions, so I couldn’t see inside but could hear the nine wives calling out in pain and a bit strangely, perhaps the great emperor was teaching her some technique!"

"Practicing?" Qin Chen looked confused but didn’t ask further, instead continuing to listen.

"And the oil lamp I lit was no ordinary lamp. The great emperor said it was made from the fat of a quasi-emperor level expert from the cosmic sea, containing astonishing yang energy, which could enhance the yang substances within us beings of the underworld, allowing the games to last longer."

Qin Chen: "…"

He vaguely guessed what kind of game they were playing.

However, it was shocking that they refined the fat of a quasi-emperor into lamp oil. Just hearing this revealed the ruthless nature of this Underworld Insect Emperor.

The Soul-Eating Underworld Insect continued, "That quasi-emperor’s fat contained amazing yang energy. To me at that time, it was like the blazing sun of the yang world. One day, I accidentally knocked over the lit incense oil lamp, startling the nine wives who were 'practicing' inside, and she immediately rushed out, furious, wanting to execute me."

"At that time, the nine wives were sweating all over, wearing very little, their bodies flushed, and their faces red, clearly startled by me, which almost led to them losing control during their 'practice'... I knew I had made a grave mistake. In the end, the great emperor spared my life because I had followed him for many years and sent me to the Dead Sea Prison Cage to make amends."

Qin Chen: "…"

Just then, a voice of doubt came from the side, "Isn’t the Dead Sea Prison Cage a place to imprison many prisoners of the underworld? How can you make amends by coming here?"

It was the Ancestor of the Void Crocodile, who had stopped healing and looked over with a frown.

The Soul-Eating Underworld Insect shook its head, "The Dead Sea Prison Cage is extremely mysterious. Back then, many great emperors of the underworld wanted to uncover its origins, but once one enters the Dead Sea Prison Cage, they face an unknown fate, no one has ever emerged alive. Therefore, aside from some prisoners, those like us who made grave mistakes were also sent here to investigate. If we could uncover the origins and truths of the Dead Sea Prison Cage, we could make amends."

"In fact, apart from me, other great emperors also dispatched some of their subordinates, but once we entered, we had to hide our identities, as the prisoners here were mostly exiled by the great emperors of the underworld. If they discovered our identities, we would surely be attacked."

"The great emperor sent strong experts in?" Qin Chen's heart stirred.

At this moment, he thought of the Master of the Graveyard of the God of Death.

The Master of the Graveyard possessed the scythe of the lord of death, and Wan Gu once said that this scythe was very likely the standard underworld weapon granted by the Emperor of the Ten Halls of Yan—Demon King's Blade.

If that was the case, could it mean that the Master of the Graveyard was a subordinate of the Emperor of the Ten Halls of Yan, one of the Four Extremes?

If that’s true, it would indicate that many great emperors of the underworld had been watching the Dead Sea Prison Cage all along. After so many years, it was unclear whether any great emperors were still paying attention.

Thinking of this, Qin Chen's heart suddenly sank.