Repeatedly Executing Tenth Realm Prisoners and Breaking Through to the First Martial Law Realm
The next day, he and several familiar prison guards buried Old Zhou on a sunny slope behind the Divine Prison.
The grave faces south, so it can see the sun.
Some of the jailers cried, while others did not.
Chen Du didn't cry, but his heart ached terribly.
Old Zhou spent his entire life guarding this Divine Prison, but he never got out. He dedicated his life to the Divine Prison, and all he got in return was a lonely grave on the back mountain.
Over the past thirty years, Chen Du has also changed.
He imitated Old Zhou, letting his temples turn white, his eyes wrinkle, and his steps slow down day by day.
He disguised himself as an old prison guard who had spent half his life in the Divine Prison and was nearing the end of his life.
No one called him "kid" anymore; people started calling him "Uncle Qin."
Over the course of thirty years, he handled dozens of experts at the Tenth Realm.
One by one, the demons and villains imprisoned on the third level fell under his Divine Prison Blade.
The White Qi has accumulated to three million, and the Black Qi has accumulated to one hundred thousand.
He donated all of this fortune to the Heaven's Way's Gift. His talent trembled, and two things appeared before him.
A dark golden light—this was someone else's ten-thousand-year-old understanding of Lower First-Level Law within the "Netherworld Prison Soul Devouring Spirit Suppression- Suppressing Scripture."
A jet-black longsword, with dark blue runes flowing across its blade, Tenth Tier divine sword, also containing a Lower First-Level Law within it.
Next, [Divine Revelation Reading] will continue its efforts!
[You begin to absorb the condensed insights of others regarding the "Netherworld Prison Soul Devouring Spirit Suppression Scripture" accumulated over ten thousand years. That dark golden light dissipates in your sea of consciousness, flowing into your understanding like a vast river. Ten thousand years.]
[An unknown predecessor spent ten thousand years exploring the laws of the Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Law. Every step of his understanding, every breakthrough, every bottleneck he overcame and reopened—all of it is contained within this profound insight.]
[You use Divine Revelation Reading to dissect its structure, unfolding the path of ten thousand years piece by piece, comparing, verifying, and integrating it with your existing Six Paths of Law.]
[In the first month, you easily absorbed the first three thousand years of your comprehension. You traversed the same paths as others faster than them, and skipped over the detours you had never taken before with your heaven-defying comprehension. The two laws of Netherworld Prison Soul Lock and Qi-Breaking were the first to break through to the ninth level.]
[In the third month, the middle stage of the millennia-long comprehension began to become difficult. The predecessor encountered a bottleneck here, and it took thousands of years of repeated deductions to barely break through. You used the path of the predecessor as fuel, forcefully burning open that bottleneck. The two laws of Spirit Devouring and Xingtian followed closely behind, stepping into the ninth level.]
[In the sixth month, you simultaneously dismantle the final segment of your millennia-long comprehension and the law veins within that Tenth Tier divine sword Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Law contained within the divine sword resonates with the nascent law forming in your sea of consciousness. The Prison Cage and Soul Devouring Laws break through to the ninth level.]
[In the twelfth month, the six Lower Second-Level Laws simultaneously activated within your sea of consciousness: Netherworld Prison Soul Lock, Qi-Breaking, Spirit Devouring, Prison Cage of Xingtian, Prison, and Soul Devouring. These six great rivers intertwined, overlapped, and merged, like six giant dragons flowing into the same ocean.]
[Your sea of consciousness surged, the laws roared, and at a certain moment, the barriers between the six laws completely dissolved. A brand new law rose from the depths of your sea of consciousness—vast, complete, and condensed. The Netherworld Prison Soul Devouring Spirit Suppression, Lower First-Level Law, reached the first realm.]
Chen Du slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
He has broken through to the Tenth Realm, the First Martial Law Realm.
The moment he broke through, Chen Du's aura exploded like a raging sea in the third level of the Divine Prison.
That aura surged up from a side cave deep within the third level, spreading upwards along the stone walls and array patterns, like an invisible undercurrent surging throughout the entire Divine Prison.
The array patterns on the stone wall trembled slightly, the flames of the oil lamps in the corridor dimmed, and even the prisoners locked deep inside opened their eyes, revealing expressions of fear.
The Tenth Realm, the First Martial Law Realm.
Although Chen Du deliberately suppressed this aura, the instinctive leakage during his breakthrough was still so powerful it was suffocating.
Meanwhile, in the fourth level of the Divine Prison.
Inside a secluded stone chamber, a middle-aged man clad in dark gold armor suddenly opened his eyes.
He sat cross-legged on the stone bed, his aura calm and unwavering, clearly indicating that he possessed the cultivation level of the Peak Stage of the Ninth Realm.
He is one of the guardians of the Divine Prison Bureau, responsible for overseeing the fourth level and monitoring the movements of all prisoners.
At that moment, he suddenly stood up and took three steps at a time to the observation array at the edge of the stone chamber, staring intently at the flickering light on the array.
The third layer, slightly above.
He frowned, his fingers moving rapidly across the array plate, trying to pinpoint the source of the aura.
But that aura came and went quickly, like a drop of ink falling into a deep pool, vanishing completely in the blink of an eye. He repeatedly pushed the array plate, but he couldn't rewind it.
"Strange," he muttered to himself, his brows furrowing even more deeply.
A person who can break through to the Tenth Realm in the Divine Prison can never be a prisoner.
The prisoner had been suppressed for many years, his meridians were exhausted, and his dantian was sealed. He couldn't even mobilize a trace of True Essence, let alone break through. So he could only be someone from inside the Divine Prison Bureau.
Which senior was it? He thought for a long time, then finally shook his head, turned around and sat back on the stone bed.
It must be a breakthrough by a senior colleague.
The Divine Prison Bureau is full of hidden talents; some old guys haven't shown their faces for decades, and they might have quietly broken through to a higher realm in some corner.
He needn't be alarmed. The suppressive power of the Divine Prison comes from ancient times, enough to suppress all criminals and conceal all abnormalities.
What happens here, people outside will never know.
He closed his eyes and entered a meditative state again.
In the third side cave, Chen Du had completely concealed his aura.
He opened his eyes and looked down at his hands.
He spent over thirty years in the Divine Prison.
More than thirty years of arduous practice,
More than 30 years of Lie Dormant,
More than forty years of accumulation.
And now, he has finally stood here.
He stood up, stored the Tenth Tier divine sword deep within his sea of consciousness, and then touched the heavy string of bronze keys at his waist. The keys were cold and felt heavy.
He pushed open the stone door of the side cave and walked outside.
The corridor was quiet, and the oil lamp was still burning.
He walked up the stone steps, passed the second level, and returned to the first level.
The stone house is still there, the rattan chair is still there, and Old Zhou's pipe is still leaning against the corner of the wall.
He walked over, picked up the pipe, wiped it, and put it back in its original place.
Then he sat in the wicker chair and closed his eyes.
The night in the Divine Prison is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear your own heartbeat.
He has reached the Tenth Realm, but his journey is far from over.
The Tenth Realm, the First Martial Law Realm.
Within the entire Divine Prison Realm, this level is second only to the Eleventh Realm.
The strongest in the Heavenly Dragon Divine Dynasty is said to be at the Peak Stage the Tenth Realm, while those generals who can reach the Tenth Realm Pacify the Nation, the retainers in the prime minister's mansion, and the regional officials in various places all hold extremely high positions.
With his current strength, he would be a top figure outside, and in the Divine Prison, he finally has more power to protect himself.
He could deal with the old monsters of the Tenth Realm who had been imprisoned for many years on the fourth, fifth, and sixth levels much more easily.
But he also knew that all of this had happened too fast.
If one relies solely on arduous cultivation, even if given dozens of times more time, it would be absolutely impossible to comprehend Lower First-Level Law within just over thirty years.
The barrier between the Ninth Tier and Tenth Tier is something many people can't overcome in their entire lives.
He relied on the simultaneous exertion of several innate talents.
[Become a Saint on the Spot] and [The World as a Book] allowed him to extract the Dao Resonance from every inch of the Divine Prison's stone walls, condensing it into a cultivation technique far surpassing the quality of the outside world.
[Divine Revelation Reading] allowed him to use his extraordinary comprehension to dissect the intricacies of each law, compressing ten thousand years of insights into a matter of months.
[Heaven's Way's Gift] allowed him to turn each execution into a gain, with White Qi and Black Qi continuously transforming into elixirs and insights.
Several talents overlapped and stimulated each other, forcefully pushing him across that insurmountable chasm.
He stood up and stretched his shoulders and neck.
The rattan chair creaked behind him, just like when Old Zhou was still around. He pushed open the door and went out. The oil lamp in the corridor was burning steadily; it was time for his patrol.
Now that he has broken through, he also feels that the Divine Prison seems to have become much more vast.
He hadn't officially met the prisoners on the fourth and fifth levels yet.
He also wanted to see what kind of beings those Tenth Realm old monsters imprisoned in the deeper depths were.
Suddenly, the wind from the depths of the Divine Prison rushed up from below, carrying the smell of rust and decay.
He wanted to see what else this eighteen-story Divine Prison held on the road ahead.