Inhale, exhale, inhale, exhale...
In the dark underground prison, the air was damp, a dim light bulb hung from the dome of the air-raid shelter, illuminating the surrounding space. The environment was so silent that even Yan Xiaobei's breathing could be heard clearly.
Aside from that, there wasn't the slightest bit of noise.
This was Prison Zero, several hundred meters underground. Other than Yan Xiaobei, there were no other inmates.
The prison guards delivered one meal a day, not more, not less. Based on that, Yan Xiaobei calculated that he had already been in this Prison Zero for twenty-seven days.
In this period of nearly a month, Yan Xiaobei cultivated day and night. Under the guidance of the mysterious voice, his progress was like a thousand miles a day, and he made tremendous advances.
He raised his right hand, palm facing outward, and gave a light push.
Rumble!
