Unlike ordinary wards, these dungeons are equipped with high-level barriers that ordinary cultivators cannot break.
Chu Lingwei, led by the maids, passed by these dungeons. The cultivators imprisoned within stood up one by one and shouted at the two maids.
"Demoness, let me out quickly."
"Let me out quickly, I don't want to be locked up here."
"Don't let me escape, once I escape, I will definitely have my sect flatten this place."
"..."
Listening to the shouts of these people, Chu Lingwei secretly thought that these people seemed to have been imprisoned for a long time.
"Why are they imprisoned here?" Chu Lingwei couldn't help but ask.
"Just like you, those who intrude here will be imprisoned here forever." One of the maids, unfazed by the scolding, replied with a faint smile.
"Then why isn't my father here?" Chu Lingwei looked at the smiling maid and saw a momentary blankness in her eyes, confirming that her father must have left this place.
"We don't know."
Another maid replied coldly, quickened her pace, and opened a cell. "Go in. You'll spend the rest of your life here. Cultivate well inside and don't think about leaving."
Chu Lingwei entered the dungeon, and a rich spiritual energy rushed towards her.
There was actually a spirit gathering formation inside this dungeon.
A spirit gathering formation is used to gather spiritual energy from the surroundings for cultivators to use for cultivation.
"Sisters, when can I see Senior again?" Chu Lingwei asked as soon as she was sent into the dungeon.
"You will never see him again." The cold-faced maid turned and left without even looking back.
Chu Lingwei turned around and looked at the empty dungeon, which contained nothing but abundant spiritual energy.
With a wave of her hand, she took out various furniture from her storage bag, redecorating the dungeon.
The cultivators imprisoned opposite her couldn't help but twitch their mouths at the sight, thinking about how decadent she was.
"Hey, fellow Daoist, fellow Daoist, can you hear me?" Murong Zhen finally waited for Chu Lingwei to finish setting up her dungeon and sit on the soft armchair before calling out.
"I can hear you."
Chu Lingwei had no secrets here. They were cultivators, and apart from the barriers that sealed their dungeons, everything else here was clear with divine sense.
She couldn't help but be curious about the elder's actions: what was the point of imprisoning them here and allowing them to exchange cultivation experiences?
"How did you get in?" Murong Zhen looked at Chu Lingwei and sighed. Before Chu Lingwei could answer, he began to recount his experience, "I just came to see if there were any opportunities here and was imprisoned. I'm so unlucky."
"I'm here to find someone."
Chu Lingwei had been observing the reactions of the surrounding cultivators. When they heard Chu Lingwei say "find someone," they seemed to cast their divine senses towards her.
"Find whom?" Murong Zhen was curious.
"Chu Ze."
Chu Lingwei spoke her father's name, "He should have been here."
"Chu Ze?"
Murong Zhen murmured Chu Ze's name, and his brow furrowed. "This name sounds a bit familiar."
"Haven't you heard of him? He should have been here." Chu Lingwei stood up. She thought everyone here would know her father, after all, if he had been here, he should have been imprisoned here like them.
"I don't think so. Ever since I entered here, I've only seen people come in, never seen anyone go out." Murong Zhen shook his head with certainty. "We've been imprisoned here for many years. Once you enter, you never leave."
"Why did he imprison you here? Is there any purpose?" Chu Lingwei was curious. There must be a reason for imprisoning people here.
"They said that when we cultivate to the Supreme Realm and can defeat him, we can leave." Murong Zhen sighed. The spiritual energy in this place was abundant, but he had no interest in cultivating.
Chu Lingwei listened to this bizarre reason and expressed doubt.
"What I said is true. If you don't believe me, ask them." Murong Zhen pointed to the cultivators imprisoned nearby. "Some of them have been imprisoned for two hundred years and haven't taken a single step out of their dungeons."
"Murong Zhen, what nonsense are you spouting?" As soon as Murong Zhen finished speaking, an exasperated voice came from the side. "You brat, how dare you say bad things about me to my face? When I get out, I'll deal with you."
"I didn't say anything wrong."
Murong Zhen muttered in a low voice. It was impossible for any of them to leave for the time being.
"You mean, I just need to defeat the person outside?" Chu Lingwei asked uncertainly.
"It's the great fish spirit beast that defeated him first." Murong Zhen saw the expression on Chu Lingwei's face and knew what she was thinking. "I advise you to give up the idea of a match. His great fish is a seventh-tier spirit beast, the overlord of the water. We are helpless against it."
Chu Lingwei's interest was piqued. She had no intention of leaving for the moment. She needed to understand the situation here before making any plans.
She felt that she had a chance of fighting that seventh-tier great fish.
"You really haven't seen anyone named Chu Ze enter here?" Chu Lingwei asked again. "Or has anyone entered here in the past year?"
"No, no one has entered here in the past year." Murong Zhen was very sure. "It's been a year and a half since we've had any new arrivals here."
Chu Lingwei thought of what the old man had said about someone coming so soon. Perhaps someone had entered this place but hadn't been brought here.
Sitting back in her armchair, Chu Lingwei frowned. She had to find a way to figure out how her father had left.
"You came here to find someone. Do your other friends know you're looking for someone?" Murong Zhen saw that Chu Lingwei was silent and held onto a glimmer of hope. After all, he had been imprisoned for five whole years. Although his cultivation had improved, no one wanted to be imprisoned forever.
"Yes."
Quite a few people knew she had come out to look for someone. Chu Lingwei smiled at Murong Zhen, the clever one. "However, I don't know when they will realize I'm missing."
"It doesn't matter, as long as there's hope." Murong Zhen felt a little comforted. "Do they know you came here?"
"Yes." Chu Lingwei smiled. "However, it's unknown when they will find this place."
"It's enough that they know."
Murong Zhen looked at the furnishings in Chu Lingwei's dungeon. They didn't seem like something an ordinary outer disciple would have. She was at least an inner disciple, or a direct disciple.
"Weiwei, the sound transmission talisman can't be sent out," the illusionary cat squatted beside Chu Lingwei and said via sound transmission.
"I'll go fight that great fish tomorrow." Chu Lingwei thought of that great fish, a seventh-tier spirit beast and the overlord of the water. Coincidentally, she had a water element spiritual root.