Nearly three thousand years ago, during a summer marked by various causes and effects, the Five Heroes of the Bright Mirror Sect's golden era gathered outside the sect for the first time.
In the dungeons of the Dust Li Hundred Tribes.
Gu Fei (Chenyinzi's real name) meditated on the filthy, bloodstained, muddy, and decaying straw and human teeth and nail fragments-covered ground of the dungeon. His eyes were closed, listening to the moaning and wailing of prisoners nearby.
Amid the stench of rotting meat and sour decay, his breathing did not waver in the slightest, as regular as a machine.
Except for the fleeting ice-blue spiritual light of Xuanming on his face, Gu Fei looked as if he were cultivating in the seclusion room of his sect.
But in fact, he was a prisoner beneath the dungeon.
Gu Fei's body was bound with iron chains, restricting his limbs, though they did not pierce his clavicles or scapulae.
