The entire cell floor was covered with 'dust' that shimmered with glittering essence, exuding an inexplicable aura of sadness.

This is not dust at all!

Even the dust, under the flames that emitted terrifying heat, could only be burned into nothingness.

These 'dusts' exude a shocking unwillingness, anger, sadness, and resentment, all kinds of indescribable feelings are intertwined, floating out of the dust, and there is a kind of grief that touches the soul, which moves Lin Yi.

Lin Yi gently grabbed a handful of 'dust', put it in front of his eyes, and looked at it intently.

"This ......" Lin Yi's pupils contracted.

This is clearly a handful of ashes!

The bones that had been tempered by the immortal qi of the Yuanying Great Monk were burned into ashes!

With so many ashes, it looks like at least nearly a thousand Yuanying Great Monks have been burned here!

Thinking of what Tokugawa said before, this place was specially built for the detention of Honghuang monks, and so many Yuanying monks were all from Lin Yi's Honghuang clan!

All died here, incinerated to ashes.

Lin Yi only felt that his chest was blocked and uncomfortable, and he slightly released the power of qi and blood, slowly resisting the burning of the flames, as if in front of these clansmen, the pain outside had become much lighter.

Lin Yi clenched his fists tightly, and the ashes quietly passed through his fingers.

"Xiandao, don't let me Lin Yi go out, otherwise I will make your Xiandao never peaceful!"

As soon as Lin Yi's voice fell, he looked down in the direction where the ashes slid down, and found a trace of abnormality.

Under the handful of ashes that I had just grabbed, there seemed to be faint handwriting on the ground of this prison.

Lin Yi waved his sleeves and gently brushed the ashes on the ground aside, revealing a clear line of handwriting underneath.

It was a red handwriting carved out of flesh and bones, and I don't know how many years had passed, and it was imprinted on the ground.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill all the dogs of Xiandao, I will not regret even if I die!"

Lin Yi trembled, and subconsciously pushed the ashes next to him away again, revealing a line of text with different fonts next to him, which was obviously not from the same person.

"Hate, hate, hate! I hate that I can't die on the battlefield and slaughter all the dog thieves in Xiandao!"

Lin Yi's eyes were a little dull, and he thought of a possibility in his heart, gritted his teeth, and continued to brush the ashes with a blank expression, and continued to look at it.

"If there is a life to come, I will pay back a hundredfold of the humiliation I have suffered today!"

"The immortal island is immortal, and my soul will never enter reincarnation!"

"I am willing to sink into eternity, go through thousands of calamities, even if I fall into the devil's path, I must come back here, protect my sect, bless my teacher, and take revenge!"

Countless lines of blood-colored writing, from the hands of different monks, but all of them are shocking!

Lin Yi continued to read, and finally found a line of words, which confirmed the guess in his heart.

"I followed the sect on an expedition to Xiandao, although the whole army was wiped out and I was imprisoned, but I never regretted it, I only had unwillingness! If the gods have eyes, if heaven and earth have hearts, I hope to protect my master Wuqu Xingjun to escape from here, and I hope that the people of the Honghuang tribe can enjoy peace and not be bullied by Xiandao for eternity!"

The handwriting was written here, but he suddenly paused, and then wrote intermittently: "You...... Remote...... Old...... Soil, He ...... Time...... Can...... Return!"

The handwriting came to an abrupt end here, but at some point, Lin Yi had already shed tears on his clothes.

It was a kind of sadness that burst out from the depths of his heart, and Lin Yi couldn't hold back.

A long-standing anger lingered in his chest, and Lin Yi choked silently.

At this time, there is no doubt that in this prison, it was the monks of the Wuqu Sect and the Tianfu Sect who were once imprisoned.

Thousands of years ago, Wuqu Xingjun and Tianfu Xingjun were not used to seeing the compromise of several major forces in the flood and wilderness to Xiandao, and in a fit of anger, they raised their forces to expedition to Xiandao, but they had no choice but to end up in a fiasco.

This Flame Prison was also established thousands of years ago, and the time coincided exactly, and it was precisely for the purpose of imprisoning the monks of the Wuqu and Tianfu sects.

Ziwei Xingjun was saddened, and once mentioned this period of the past, when Lin Yi and everyone only thought that the two sect monks had already fallen.

Unexpectedly, this group of predecessors of the flood and famine, in this prison, still endured thousands of years of pain, and was finally refined into ashes, leaving only this paragraph of handwriting with blood and tears, and that kind of long-lasting obsession.

At this moment, Lin Yi's resentment towards Xiandao reached the extreme!

"I must get out alive! Xiandao, I want you to pay for your blood debts, not only for the ordinary people who have died in vain for thousands of years, but also for the more than 1,000 clansmen who guard the flood wilderness in this prison!"

"The gods have no eyes, I Lin Yi have eyes, heaven and earth have no heart, I will set up my heart for it, there is no way in the world, I will do the way for heaven!"

Lin Yi looked up to the sky and roared!

"Hey, hey, hey......"

Just as Lin Yi was secretly making up his mind, a strange laugh sounded out of thin air.

Lin Yi was shocked in his heart, and suddenly remembered what Tokugawa had said before, there might be a living Honghuang tribesman here!

"Little baby, you don't pretend there, I've seen a lot of this set of things. If you want to learn my things, it's a fool's dream! I just let this secret art be lost, and I will never pass it on to the people of your fairy island!" The voice sounded again, and there was a determination in the weakness.

Lin Yi hurriedly followed the voice, and the voice came from a corner of the prison, but there was nothing there, only ashes.

Lin Yi felt it carefully, and noticed a faint fluctuation of divine consciousness.

Lin Yi endured the pain in his body, walked over slowly, and blew away the ashes nearby, revealing a weak primordial spirit.

The power of the primordial gods was almost dry, and the primordial gods had become somewhat transparent, as if they could collapse at any time.

In this state, it is difficult for Lin Yi to imagine how this person persevered.

The people trapped here must be the people of the Hong Desolation, and a trace of kindness swelled in Lin Yi's heart.

And listening to what this senior said, it seemed that he had a little misunderstanding of him, thinking that Lin Yi was a monk sent by Xiandao.

At this point, Lin Yi was just about to speak, but suddenly thought of something.

When he was on the top of the Scarlet Mountain Peak, the Three Princes of Xiandao had escaped Lin Yi's fatal blow with a death talisman, and the Three Princes of Xiandao had said that this death talisman was made of the flesh and blood of Wuqu Xingjun!

And this place is the prison where Wuqu Xingjun and others are imprisoned.

The person in front of him has no flesh and blood, and the other Yuanying Great Cultivators have all fallen, but this person is still alive until now, and it is likely to be Wuqu Xingjun!

Lin Yi's heart was agitated, his eyes showed a look of ecstasy, and he said in a trembling voice: "Senior, are you the Martial Qu Xingjun of the Flood Desolate Continent?"

"Hehe, ask knowingly!" Wuqu Xingjun sneered.

Wuqu Xingjun sighed secretly in his heart: "This little baby's expression doesn't seem to be fake, if it is really my Honghuang clansman, it would be a pity, but it's a pity ......"

Wuqu Xingjun's thoughts did not fall, but when he saw that the young man in front of him did not say a word, he directly held up his Yuan Shen and pressed it towards the center of his eyebrows.

Wuqu Xingjun's Yuan Shen was weak, and he had no power to resist at all, and there was a grief in his heart: "I can't imagine that before my Wuqu is dying, I still have to be humiliated by this Jindan monk!"

Wuqu Xingjun had a preconceived idea, only thinking that Lin Yi was a monk of Immortal Island.

He didn't know that Lin Yi confirmed his identity, so he didn't hesitate at all, and only had one thought, to send the Yuan Shen of Wuqu Xingjun to the nameless stone in the sea of knowledge, and put it next to the ancient holy tree, maybe he could be saved!