A Mysterious Expert Appears? The Divine Prison Bureau Is Shaken

Chen Du simply stood there, watching Li Han scramble and crawl away into the depths of the corridor.

The man ran while shouting, his voice hoarse and frantic. "I'm from the Demon Spirit Sect! I'm a spy for the Demon Spirit Sect! Arrest me! Arrest me!"

He seemed to have been completely overwhelmed by something, unable to even maintain the most basic pretense, with only one thought remaining... escape, get as far away from that old jailer as possible.

He ran so fast and stumbled that he knocked over an oil lamp and kicked over a bucket, making a noise that could be heard throughout the entire floor.

Soon, several auras rapidly approached from the depths of the fifth level.

A figure in dark gold armor emerged from the darkness, led by the Ninth Realm Divine Prison Bureau, followed by two Eighth Realm.

They were all stunned when they saw Li Han's appearance. This newcomer, who had been transferred here just three months ago, was now disheveled, his face covered in snot and tears, and he kept muttering things like "Demon Spirit Sect" and "spy".

Without a word, the commander slammed him to the ground and chained him up.

After Li Han was subdued, he became quiet, but he was trembling all over and staring blankly at the ground.

The commander squatted down, grabbed his chin, stared into his eyes for a few moments, and his face darkened. "His soul has been severely damaged. Who did this?"

He looked up and glanced around, his gaze sweeping across the corridor until it landed on the hunched-over old jailer not far away, who was righting up the overturned bucket of water.

"You—" The commander stood up and took two steps toward Chen Du, "What just happened here?"

Chen Du raised his head, his cloudy old eyes filled with confusion, still clutching the handle of the bucket. "Your Excellency, I don't know either. This person suddenly rushed down from above, shouting and yelling. I couldn't even dodge in time..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, which, combined with his graying sideburns and hunched back, made him look exactly like a terrified old jailer.

The commander stared at him for a few moments, but couldn't see anything unusual. He then looked down at Li Han.

Li Han was not in his right mind at the moment, and he kept repeating the same few sentences, so no questions could be asked of him.

The commander frowned and waved for his men to take Li Han away.

That night, the results of the interrogation were announced.

Li Han, a spy planted by the Demon Spirit Sect within the Heavenly Dragon Divine Dynasty, had been lying low for over a decade before being transferred to the Divine Prison Bureau three months ago.

The mission of this trip is to understand the internal structure of the Divine Prison in order to prepare for the Demon Spirit Sect's subsequent actions.

The Demon Spirit Sect did not tell him their deeper intentions.

However, in the fragments of his confession, a few names were vaguely mentioned.

Those were people imprisoned deep within the Divine Prison, remnants of several powerful demonic cultivators who had been wiped out by the Heavenly Dragon Divine Dynasty years ago.

The Demon Spirit Sect wants to save people.

Chen Du sat in the stone house on the first floor, going through all the news in his mind.

The fact that the Divine Prison Bureau was infiltrated by the demonic path shows that the demonic path's reach extends further than he imagined.

The people they are trying to save are probably below the sixth level, or even deeper.

Once those powerful figures of the demonic path, who have been imprisoned for countless years, are released, this Divine Prison will likely be turned upside down.

He leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

The commander of the Divine Prison Bureau ultimately failed to find the reason for Li Han's madness.

Although that Ninth Realm commander was not weak in cultivation, his Spiritual Power was still far inferior to Chen Du's.

When Chen Du made his move, he only released a trace of the suppression of the laws, which was enough to crush the soul of a Seventh Realm cultivator. Afterwards, he completely withdrew the power without leaving a trace.

No one would have suspected an old jailer from the first three floors.

And he also gleaned an important piece of information from this: the demonic path was searching for those imprisoned deep within the Divine Prison, beings worthy of decades of patient planning.

He opened his eyes, and the waters of the Divine Prison seemed to grow ever deeper.

Chen Du knew in his heart that the Divine Prison was too ancient.

It is so ancient that no one knows how many years it has existed, or how many people have been imprisoned inside.

Some of the prisoners imprisoned deep within the country are probably older than the history of the Heavenly Dragon Divine Dynasty itself.

The demonic path has its sights set on the Divine Prison, but what about the evil path? And the other forces?

What about the descendants, fellow disciples, and former subordinates of those who were imprisoned?

This Divine Prison, like a giant magnet, attracts the attention of all forces.

Since that's the case, why doesn't he turn the tables on them?

He found the steward of the Divine Prison Bureau and said that he was getting old and wanted to go home to visit his family.

The supervisor didn't ask any further questions. It was only natural for an old jailer from the first three levels of the prison to want to go home and visit after so many years in the Divine Prison, so he granted him leave.

Chen Du packed a small bundle containing only a few changes of old clothes and the pipe left by Old Zhou, and then walked out through the main gate of the Divine Prison.

He walked slowly, his back hunched, his steps faltering, looking exactly like an old man on his last legs.

But he had barely traveled ten miles out of the Divine Prison when his Spiritual Power had already detected the tails behind him, and there was more than one.

Some people followed from the woods on the left, some from behind the rocks on the right, and others hung far off on the official road.

He even sensed a rather familiar aura... that of the Ninth Realm Commander who guarded the fourth and fifth levels.

This person also came out, and did so openly and without any attempt to hide it. Chen Du sneered inwardly.

They're using him as bait.

The people of the Divine Prison Bureau were indeed shrewd. Although they hadn't found any results regarding Li Han's madness, the commander had clearly become suspicious.

Instead of investigating him in the Divine Prison, let him out and see how many fish will take the bait.

He continued walking, his steps becoming increasingly unsteady.

After walking for several dozen miles, as darkness fell, the tails finally couldn't hold back any longer.

The first to make a move were three demonic cultivators who suddenly sprang up from the woods on the left, billowing Black Qi, and three claw shadows aimed straight for Chen Du's back.

Immediately following were two demon cultivators on the right, who transformed into a gust of demonic wind and rushed towards them.

Several figures were rapidly approaching on the distant official road, each with a different aura, clearly belonging to different forces.

They were all waiting for the same opportunity and observing each other, but now that someone had made the first move, they no longer hesitated.

More than a dozen figures rushed toward the staggering old jailer at the same time.

Then, a terrifying pressure descended from the sky. The pressure came without warning, like an invisible mountain pressing down from nowhere, and the air within a radius of a hundred feet instantly froze.

The dozen or so figures were frozen in mid-air, their faces still showing greed and ferocity, but their bodies were no longer able to move.

The oppressive aura suddenly tightened.

Those dozen or so men were crushed into dust in that instant, not even a drop of blood was spilled, and they were blown away by the wind, leaving only a few tattered clothes and weapons scattered on the ground.

In the distance, the Ninth Realm commander froze.

He felt the oppressive aura, which only lasted for a moment, but in that instant, he felt as if his soul was being gripped and could be crushed at any moment.

He stood there, his face pale, his fingers trembling slightly.

That was the Tenth Realm Early Stage, and it might even be more than the Tenth Realm Middle Stage.

He frantically unleashed his Spiritual Power, searching in all directions.

But that aura came and went quickly, like a drop of ink falling into a deep pool, disappearing completely in the blink of an eye.

He searched again and again, but couldn't find anything.

When he rushed to the scene, he only saw the old prison guard slumped on the ground, unconscious.

The bodies of those stalkers were so badly destroyed that not even a trace of bone could be found.

The commander crouched down and examined the marks on the ground.

The few tattered garments retained traces of demonic and sorcerous influences, but other than that, there was nothing else.

He stood up and looked around.

The woods were quiet, the rocks were silent, and the official road was deserted.

The person who made the move vanished without a trace. A cold sweat broke out on the commander's back.

He suddenly realized that by releasing the old jailer as bait, he had probably released something extraordinary.