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Ancient Emperor Prison.

The ancient sun god world.

Above a towering tree.

Hong Yi and Zishou stood on a thick branch, and there were tens of thousands of apes of all kinds kneeling below.

Among them, several leading apes are teaching them to speak human language.

"We are not monkeys, we are humans!"

...

Zishou didn't know how to feel it, so he glanced at Hong Yi and said with a smile:

"You are worthy of being the son of destiny in a world. You have only been released from prison for a few days. You are in the prehistoric realm and have reached the celestial immortal."

"The problem-solving routine of three years of simulation is indeed more powerful than Marx's methodology."

Hong Yi looked at Zishou deeply, wanted to answer the words but couldn't understand them at all. He shook his head helplessly and said:

"Sir, I found a problem."

Zishou turned around in surprise when he heard this, and only heard Hong Yi continue to say:

"I remember that the first time I was released from prison and sent back to the imperial prison, my cultivation level in the imperial prison was restored to the other side."

"At that time, I thought that every time I came out of prison and came to the prehistoric world, my cultivation would be completely erased, and I would start practicing from a mortal, and my cultivation would be restored after returning."

"After all, I have never encountered any situation of being deprived of my cultivation."

“It seems that it is not.”

"I found that every time I return to the prehistoric world, my practice still retains the realm I came out of last time."

"It's like... there is also an I in the prehistoric world. Every time I come here, I will inherit his cultivation. This feeling is very strange."

Zishu frowned slightly and subconsciously said a word from his mouth.

“Reading file??”

"Read the file?"

Hong Yi looked at Zishou in surprise and found that there were too many prehistoric dialects that this prisoner could not understand.

Zi refused Hong Yi's doubts, nodded and said:

"You can understand that you have a file in the prehistoric world, that is, your personal copy."

"Every time you return to the prehistoric world, your cultivation will read the records in this eucalyptus."

"But at present, the only thing that can be read is cultivation, your injuries, etc., will be erased."

When Hong Yi heard this, he fell into deep thought.

What exactly is the Imperial Prison?
Chapter completed!