On the day I survived the tribulation and ascended, I thought I’d live freely and forever from then on.
Instead, the moment I landed, they slapped a spirit-sealing shackle on me and tossed me into a lightless mine.
Number 9527. Daily quota: one hundred jin of immortal essence stone.
Miss your quota and you lose your meals. Miss it for ten days in a row... and there won’t be a tomorrow.
An old miner said, “Have you ever seen a celestial realm where the stones they dig up have heartbeats?”
Someone had carved bloody words into the wall: This is no celestial realm. It is a prison of heaven.
Those who ascend are sheep in a pen, and immortal essence stones are souls drained dry!
I looked down at the spirit-sealing shackle on my wrist.
So after striving for a hundred and eighty years, I’d sent myself straight to the slaughterhouse.
But they don’t know that someone with my constitution...
can’t have their soul drained dry.
If ascension is a scam, then I’ll smash this prison of heaven to pieces.
