Chapter 792
In the Heavenly Prison, Daoist Wubao was suspended by magical treasure chains hooked through his shoulders, his appearance haggard and withered.
The aura on his body was incomparably weak, barely able to maintain even a trace of life force.
Hearing the footsteps approaching from outside, Daoist Wubao slowly raised his head.
He knew that the time of execution mentioned by that person yesterday had arrived.
Thinking of the terrifying figure who had implanted a restriction within his body yesterday, Daoist Wubao felt even more despair.
“Survival in desperate straits, escaping death from great calamity… do I really have a chance to endure until that moment?”
Daoist Wubao recalled the divination he had cast for himself before being captured.
The hexagram it revealed was precisely survival in desperate straits, escaping death from great calamity.
It was precisely because of that hexagram that he had managed to endure all these years in the lightless Heavenly Prison of the Holy Assembly.