High-end prehistoric world, suppressing ascendants at the start.

Chen Feng's figure appeared before this chaotic prison, his body radiating a clear light that completely isolated the chaotic spatial currents that were powerful enough to tear apart even a Great Luo Golden Immortal.

He did not step into the prison, but his eyes flickered slightly, as if searching for a specific coordinate in the void.

A moment later, he raised his hand, and the "Fatian" talisman in his palm lit up again.

This time, the light emitted by the talisman was no longer a majestic heavenly aura, but a more restrained and exquisite spatial Daoist charm.

He flicked his finger and gently touched the seemingly empty space in front of him.

hum!

Ripples spread across the void like the surface of water, and a dark rift opened silently.

Behind the rift was not a raging inferno of earth, fire, water, and wind, but a silent and deep place, as if leading to some forgotten world.

Holding the talisman, Chen Feng stepped inside, his figure instantly swallowed by the deep darkness.

The view before me suddenly opened up.

In stark contrast to the chaotic and violent primordial energy outside, this place is a small world with exceptionally stable laws, one might even say heavy and stagnant.

Above the sky, there were no sun, moon, or stars, only a hazy curtain of light, emitting a constant and faint glow.

There are no mountains or rivers on the earth, only flat, mirror-like gray rocks that stretch to the horizon.

The spiritual energy here is incredibly thin, even less than in the most barren corners of the primordial land.

But in contrast, there is an omnipresent pressure from the Great Dao, which seems to tangibly envelop every corner of this world.

This pressure is not directed at living beings, but at all external laws and powers that do not belong to the primordial origin.

Scattered across this flat land are a few courtyards and quiet rooms with extremely simple structures, all built from the gray rocks of this place, ancient and silent, as if they have existed here since time immemorial.

Chen Feng remained calm, having long been accustomed to everything here.

With a casual toss, the golden bird, which had been confined to the size of a palm, was thrown out, reverting to its original form as a golden crow in mid-air, and crashing heavily in front of the door of a quiet room.

"what!"

Lu Ya let out a cry of pain; the weakness deep within his soul made it incredibly difficult for him to even maintain his physical form.

He looked around in terror, feeling the extreme oppression that this place brought him.

Here, the true fire of the sun within him seemed to be doused with cold water, almost extinguishing even his rising desires.

Deep within his soul, the innate pride and power belonging to the Golden Crow clan was being suppressed by an invisible force, making him feel like a mortal bird whose feathers had been plucked.

He saw Chen Feng, whose calm yet unsettling face instantly stirred up the deepest fear within him.

"Who...who are you? Where is this place?!" Lu Ya's voice was hoarse and filled with panic.

Chen Feng slowly walked up to him, looking down at him with no contempt or pity in his eyes, only indifference.

"This place is the Guixu Meditation Center. You possess a system and have disturbed the primordial world, so you should be severely punished."

His voice was calm, yet it seemed to contain the judgment of Heaven, each word striking heavily upon Lu Ya's primordial spirit.

"The Dao Ancestor is merciful and has granted you a glimmer of hope. Cultivate here in seclusion, purify your resentment, and comprehend the true essence of the primordial world. Once your soul is purified, you may be able to re-enter the cycle of reincarnation, or perhaps have the opportunity to become a true being in this world."

"A real living being?" Lu Ya was stunned, then burst into maniacal laughter as if he had heard the funniest joke. "Hahaha! I am the son of the Demon Emperor, the tenth prince of the Golden Crow, born noble. Why do I need your acknowledgment? I am a transmigrator chosen by destiny, I..."

His words came to an abrupt halt, because Chen Feng simply extended a finger and gently touched his brow.

An indescribable pain erupted from the depths of Lu Ya's primordial spirit!

He felt as if his soul was being grabbed by an invisible hand and forcibly torn out of this golden crow's body!

The pain of having one's soul and body connected by blood and flesh, yet being forcibly separated by external force, far surpasses any physical torture.

"Ah—!" he screamed in agony, rolling on the ground, his golden wings flapping wildly, stirring up clouds of dust.

"Your...your soul is not entirely compatible with this Golden Crow's true form." Chen Feng withdrew his finger and said calmly, "That so-called 'system' not only gave you power, but also used its laws to forcibly stitch your otherworldly soul together with this innate, sacred body. Now that the system has been removed, the signs of rejection are naturally manifesting."

Lu Ya's screams gradually faded as he felt the estrangement between his soul and body in terror. An unprecedented loneliness and fear completely overwhelmed him.

He was no longer the high and mighty demon prince, but a rootless duckweed, an outcast not tolerated by this world.

Chen Feng ignored his wails and turned to walk towards a huge stone tablet not far away.

He opened his palm, and the gray light spot bound by the chains of primordial purple energy—the core of the "Troublemaking System"—floated out.

As he approached, the stone tablet seemed to respond, and the countless Dao runes engraved on its surface began to slowly circulate, exuding an ancient and weathered aura.

Beneath the base of the stone tablet, several orbs of light of various shapes were being suppressed.

Some are shaped like a high-tech Rubik's Cube, constantly flashing blue data streams.

Some transformed into an ancient book, its pages seemingly filled with boundless knowledge.

The other was a constantly writhing mass of flesh and blood, exuding an evil aura that devoured everything.

Without exception, they were all firmly bound by chains originating from the Primordial Purple Qi, and were gradually worn down and transformed by the Great Dao runes on the stone tablet.

Chen Feng flicked his finger, and the core of the "Troublemaking System" flew over and, along with the sealed items of several other "systems," was pressed under the stone tablet.

hum!

The stone tablet shone brightly, and more runes lit up, like a hungry beast greedily drawing upon the otherworldly power from the gray light spot.

It can be clearly seen that strands of extremely pure primordial energy are extracted from the stone tablet, transforming into trickles that flow into the void of this small world, nourishing the laws of this place and making the already stagnant suppression of the Great Dao even more profound.

It turns out that this Guixu Meditation Center uses these captured "systems" as its energy source to maintain its operation and suppressive power!

To use their own methods against them—such a technique is truly unfathomable!

After doing all this, Chen Feng turned around and prepared to leave.

Lu Ya, lying on the ground, barely breathing, used his last bit of strength to lift his head, his eyes filled with bloodshot veins and resentment.