Fellow Daoist, Please Wait

If Braydon Neal could endure for ten days, the odds would even out!

Pushing through for fifteen days would tilt the odds to one to three.

Twenty days in, the odds would lean further to one to five.

A thirty-day perseverance would tip the scales to one to ten.

…

And if he could endure for a year, the odds would soar to one to a hundred!

In the otherwise mundane lives within the Frost Prison, this became an intriguing spectacle. 

Each level had its timekeeping method. 

For instance, on the fifteenth level, there was a device akin to an hourglass, its white sand trickling down to mark a day. 

However, this apparatus had been neglected by the elder inhabitants of the fifteenth floor, now encased in a thick layer of ice. 

Yet, it was dusted off once more.

Since the day Braydon first assaulted the black door, he had persisted for thirteen days already!