117: Chapter 117 Imprisoned in the Demon Suppression Tower, all cultivation lost? But I have a critical hit!

The sky was gloomy, with lead-gray clouds pressing low over the Yanshan Mountains, and the wind carried a biting chill mixed with the metallic scent of mountain rock.

Amidst this desolate landscape, a nine-story giant tower, built entirely of unknown black stone, stood in silence like a demon sword thrust upward into the human world from the depths of the Nine Serenities.

Countless profound and complex runes were deeply etched onto the tower's surface. These runes seemed to possess a life of their own, pulsing unconsciously in the dim light and breathing out a heart-palpitating, eerie glow.

A majestic, invisible pressure centered on the giant tower, forming a massive, intangible Domain.

Within this Domain, all was silent, birds had vanished, and even the sound of the wind was suppressed into a whimper.

This was the Great Xia Dynasty's notoriously fearsome Forbidden Ground.

The Demon Suppressing Tower.

It was the final destination that made all princes, nobles, and martial Sects pale at its very mention.

"Hmph, we've arrived."

At the front of the party, Qin Tian, the Iron-Faced Judge, reined in his scaly, exotic warhorse. Beneath his cold metal mask, his eyes looked toward the giant tower with the satisfaction of revenge and a trace of dread that even he hadn't noticed.

Turning back, his gaze cut like a blade across the young man who was tightly bound by three 'Purple Gold Dragon-Binding Chains' as thick as an adult's arm, yet whose expression was as calm as if he were out for a stroll.

"Sword Ghost, this will be your home from now on."

Qin Tian's voice was filled with malicious pleasure. "Don't think that just because your cultivation has been crippled, this matter is over. I can guarantee you that every floor in this tower has an unforgettable surprise prepared for you. You will experience what it truly means to wish for life but find it impossible, and to pray for death but be unable to die!"

Lin Feng did not pay attention to his blustering; he didn't even lift an eyelid.

He merely observed this legendary celestial prison calmly, as if admiring the scenery.

In front of the tower was a massive basalt square.

Hundreds of Imperial Guards clad in black iron heavy armor, their auras as deep as the sea, stood like statues in every corner of the square.

The cultivation of every single one of them had remarkably reached the Gathered Crown Realm, forming an airtight line of death.

And above the tower gates, which were dozens of zhang high, there was a faint yet terrifying aura that seemed to merge with the entire Yanshan Mountain range.

Like an ancient Vicious Beast in a light slumber, it was firmly locked onto every living being that attempted to approach.

Martial Extremity Realm!

And there was more than one!

This place was a true dragon's den and tiger's lair, an inescapable net.

"Open the gates!"

Qin Tian held high the Gold Rank Commander's warrant. Two tower-guarding generals clad in dark gold armor, whose auras had already reached the Martial Ancestor Realm, stepped forward.

They carefully verified the warrant and Qin Tian's identity token. Once confirmed, they each took out a Formation Plate and activated them simultaneously.

Creak!!

The massive black iron gate, which seemed connected to the mountain itself and weighed a million catties, slowly opened a crack just wide enough for one person to pass through amidst a tooth-aching sound of metal grinding.

Within the gap was a bottomless darkness that seemed capable of swallowing all light.

The moment Lin Feng was roughly shoved by two jailers and stepped into the tower gates!

Buzz!

An indescribable, vast, and ancient power from the Formation, like an invisible celestial river bursting its banks, instantly swept in from all directions and overbearingly surged into his body!

Lin Feng felt as if his Dantian Qi Sea and Sea of Consciousness Divine Soul were being gripped tightly by an invisible giant hand at that moment, and then squeezed ruthlessly!

The invisible, close connection between him and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi was instantly severed!

The spiritual energy within his body, which had been surging like a river, felt as if it had been cast into an absolute zero abyss; it rapidly solidified, went silent, and finally vanished without a trace!

Even his Physical Body, which had been strengthened countless times and tempered to be as tough as divine iron, felt as though all its sources of power had been drained, becoming like that of an ordinary person who had never cultivated, as waves of weakness washed over him.

"This... my cultivation..."

On Lin Feng's face, extreme shock, panic, and a deeply hidden despair were revealed just at the right moment.

His body trembled slightly, seemingly unable to accept this cruel reality.

"Hahahaha! Now you know fear?"

Seeing his pathetic state of 'lost cultivation,' the resentment Qin Tian had accumulated for many days erupted all at once, and he let out a hearty, satisfied laugh.

"I forgot to tell you, this Demon Suppressing Tower itself is a supreme Magic Treasure passed down from ancient times! Inside the tower is a world of its own with independent Laws! Any prisoner locked inside, no matter how high your cultivation—whether you are a Martial Ancestor or in the Martial Extremity Realm—will be completely suppressed by this Mortal-Binding Formation and turned into a Mortal with no strength to even truss a chicken!"

He leaned close to Lin Feng's ear, his voice extremely low like a devil's whisper, filled with malicious glee.

"And you will be torn into pieces, bit by bit, by the most ferocious villains here! Enjoy it well!"

However, what Qin Tian did not see was that deep within Lin Feng's eyes, which seemed full of terror and despair,

A flash of cold ridicule, as if looking at a pile of pathetic ingredients, flickered and vanished.

Cultivation suppressed?

Power drained?

Very good.

The System didn't seem to say I had to follow your crappy rules here.

Lin Feng laughed inwardly, and with a slight thought, the minimalist attribute panel that only he could see quietly floated before his eyes.

[Host: Lin Feng]

[Realm: First Level Martial Soul Realm (Suppressed by 'Mortal-Binding Formation')]

[critical hit multiplier: 6,850x]

[critical hit points: 362,300,000]

There were no extra prompts or fancy sound effects—only the core data, clearly listed.

Abnormal?

No, this is simply too normal!

Lin Feng was overjoyed.

Everyone who enters the Demon Suppressing Tower loses their cultivation, but my critical hit multiplier is still going strong!

What does this mean?

This Demon Suppressing Tower, which makes even ghosts and gods stay away,

Is for me a tailor-made, top-tier luxury buffet restaurant!

Lin Feng even had the leisure to carefully feel the omnipresent power of the 'Mortal-Binding Formation,' and his brow twitched imperceptibly.

The operating principle of this Formation... is quite interesting.

It doesn't actually turn a person into a Mortal; rather, it is a Law-based lockdown that severs the resonance between a Martial Artist and the energy of heaven and earth.

It's a bit like...

A silence debuff in the games from my past life.

"Lock him in the first floor!"

Qin Tian gave the order to the jailer in charge of the handover, his tone full of unquestionable authority. "Tell 'Bloody Hand' in there that the newcomer doesn't know the rules. Have him teach him properly—just don't kill him."

"Yes, My Lord!"

The jailer's face broke into a cruel smile as he dragged the 'powerless' Lin Feng into the pitch-black corridor leading to Hell.

The heavy iron door slowly closed behind them, cutting off the last light and Qin Tian's triumphant laughter.

An old jailer with a face full of scars and a cold aura led the way with an oil lamp that emitted a dim yellow light.

As he walked, he introduced the rules here in a gloating, sarcastic tone.

"Kid, looking at your delicate skin and tender flesh, you must have been a person of status before, right? Pity, once you reach our Demon Suppressing Tower, if you're a dragon, you must coil up; if you're a tiger, you must crouch! We don't care about the Law or your background here; there's only one rule—whoever has the bigger fist is the boss!"

"Every floor has an overlord. They are the heaven and the Law of that floor! When a newcomer enters, they either obediently hand over everything valuable and live like a dog or a horse, barely surviving, or they must be prepared to have their limbs broken and be treated as a plaything, wishing for life but unable to die."

The old jailer chuckled and used a key to open the massive, rusty gate of the first floor. A foul wind mixed with blood, rot, sweat, and despair blew in their faces like a physical force, enough to make one gag.

"Of course, there is one other choice."

"And that is to kill the previous overlord and become the boss yourself. But looking at you, you'd better pray you survive the night."

"Good luck, rookie."

After the old jailer finished speaking, he kicked Lin Feng inside and then closed and locked the gate as fast as possible, as if there were some fierce beast inside.

Lin Feng stumbled and fell onto the cold, damp floor covered in greasy filth.

When he slowly raised his head, over a hundred pairs of eyes filled with malice, greed, bloodlust, and undisguised brutality were instantly locked onto him like a pack of wolves that had been starving for months.