A few days had passed and Prince Fengyue was growing impatient waiting above the chaos skyjail. "Even transmission stones don't work in this darned place. The hundred of them are like rocks that sank into the deepest depths of the ocean. I can't even see a wave from them—did something bad befall them?"

The chaos skyjail had been mysterious for centuries. "Since geniuses of that caliber can come from the chaos skyjail, that must mean they have some elites themselves, despite the low quality of spiritual energy. However, I refuse to believe that not even a single one of them can leave and come to me to make a report if something really went wrong. I told them not to make any waves. I sure hope they took my advice to heart...."

After some time, he made a decision. "I'll wait a few more days. If that doesn’t work, I'll get a few thousand others who aren't divine moonrace to go in. Even though their talent is bad, they have far more experience, given their age."

Children under the age of ten were rascals,...