Chen Du did not hesitate.
After returning to the stone house, he released all the White Qi that had accumulated over the years.
Millions of years of White Qi, like a vast river, flowed into the Heaven's Way's Gift.
His talent surged violently, and a moment later, two dark golden lights appeared deep within his consciousness.
The first group consisted of others' insights into the Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Laws accumulated over millennia.
The second group consists of others' insights into the Calamity Light Law over ten thousand years.
Two Lower First-Level Laws, each lasting ten thousand years.
He simultaneously absorbed the two insights into his mind and closed his eyes to deduce their meaning.
[You begin to absorb others' insights into the Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Law- Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Laws for a full ten thousand years.]
Every step of understanding, every breakthrough, every obstacle that was once blocked and then reopened—all are contained within this profound insight. You use Divine Revelation Reading to dissect its structure, unfolding the path of millennia piece by piece, comparing, verifying, and integrating it with your existing Threefold Domain.
[In the first decade, you easily absorbed the first three thousand years of insights gained over ten thousand years. Those paths similar to yours, you traversed faster than them; those detours you had never taken, you skipped directly with your heaven-defying comprehension. The Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Law continued to ascend from the Threefold Domain, to the fourth, fifth, and sixth realms.]
[You then absorbed ten thousand years of insights into the Calamity Light Law. You had only comprehended one level of this law before, but ten thousand years of understanding acted like a key, unlocking the key points you had not yet touched. The Calamity Light Law began to ascend from the first level, then the second, third, and fourth.]
[Using the Law of Anger as a reference, you drew parallels. Having already cultivated the Law of Anger to the Ninth-Level Domain, your intense and fierce rage resonated with the devouring and suppressing power of the Netherworld Prison Soul Devouring Spirit Suppression- Suppressing Technique. At the intersection of these two, you comprehended a new Lower First-Level Law, Wrath Devouring, using anger as a catalyst and devouring as its core; wherever anger goes, all things are devoured.]
[The Wrath Devouring Law, First Level]
[You have reinterpreted the Soul-Devouring Fury with the Wrath Devouring Law Soul Devouring's Wrath as its new core, using the Law of Anger as the guide, the Law of Wrath Devouring Law as its core, and the Netherworld Prison Soul-Devouring Spirit-Suppressing Law- Suppressing and the Calamity Light Law as its supplementary elements, thus unifying the four laws into one.]
[Fifth level: Soul Devouring's Wrath - Wrath Devouring, rage burns the heavens, devours Soul Devouring and spirits, suppresses the underworld, annihilates the world with Calamity Light; with a single strike, even Peak Stage Tenth Realm cultivator's soul is destroyed, their physical body disintegrates, and their laws shatter. Its power is ten times that of the fourth level.]
Chen Du slowly opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
Ten years later, he reached the sixth level of the Netherworld Prison Soul Devouring Spirit Suppression, the fourth level of the Calamity Light, and the first level of the Wrath Devouring. In addition, his law system expanded again, and the Soul Devouring's Wrath also reached the fifth level.
He stood up and stretched his limbs.
The sound of patrolling jailers echoed down the corridor; a new day had begun.
He pushed open the door and walked towards the execution platform.
A few more names were added to the roster; it was his turn to take action.
In less than a hundred years, Chen Du lived a very stable life in the Divine Prison.
Patrol by day, cultivate at night.
He managed the first three floors very well, and no matter how fierce or unruly the new prisoners were, they all became obedient in his hands.
He still looked hunched and old, but secretly, his cultivation level had been steadily rising, reaching the Peak Stage of the Tenth Realm.
His killing power far surpasses that of a typical Peak Stage Tenth Realm cultivator.
And in these hundred years, there was one small incident.
Prince Zhao Xuan, who was imprisoned in the innermost part of the first floor, died suddenly of illness in prison.
The jailers discussed it for a few days, then stopped mentioning it.
A member of the imperial clan who was deposed by Wei Changgeng died and no one cared.
But Chen Du knew that it wasn't a sudden illness.
He used a little trick to add something to Zhao Xuan's daily meals.
Colorless and odorless, it silently severs the heart's meridians once it enters the intestines.
When Zhao Xuan died, his face was peaceful, and he didn't even struggle.
Chen Du glanced at the cell from outside, then turned and left.
These kinds of people, when they were forcibly taking women, seizing farmland, and plotting rebellion, never imagined they would end up like this.
Chen Du was always cautious in his actions. He originally only revealed his cultivation level to be at the Fourth Realm, but over the years, he pretended to break through by taking advantage of several near-death experiences, and rose all the way from the Fourth Realm to the Sixth Realm.
To outsiders, this old jailer, though advanced in years, was quite lucky, having broken through to a higher realm even in his old age.
Seeing that he was diligent and honest, and had managed the first three levels without any mistakes for decades, the people of the Divine Prison Bureau made an exception and recruited him into the Divine Prison Bureau.
Now the token on his waist has been changed to dark gold, and his authority has expanded from the first level to the third level, and then to the eighth level.
The eighth level is a depth that only core members of the Divine Prison Bureau can access.
The prisoners held on the eighth floor are all at the Tenth Realm Middle Stage, and some have even reached the threshold of the Peak Stage of the Tenth Realm.
On the day Chen Du received his new token, he stood at the entrance to the eighth floor, feeling the deep aura seeping from behind the stone gate, and knew in his heart that he had gained another hunting ground.
Meanwhile, the outside world remains rife with bloodshed.
Wei Changgeng held immense power in the court and was arrogant and domineering for ten years.
But ten years later, he died.
The one who took action was Jing Prince Zhao Zheng, who was enfeoffed in the Northern Border.
Zhao Zheng is the cousin of the late emperor and commands 300,000 border troops in the Northern Border.
His stated purpose was to "purge the court of corrupt officials," but everyone could see that what he really wanted was the throne.
Jing Prince's army marched south, sweeping all before them.
Wei Changgeng mobilized the Imperial Guards to resist, but the commander of the Imperial Guards was his own nephew, who was used to throwing his weight around. When they actually went to the battlefield, he couldn't even stop Jing Prince's vanguard.
Wei Changgeng's cronies in the Capital scattered overnight; some surrendered, some fled, and some were intercepted in the mansion by Jing Prince's vanguard before they could escape.
Wei Changgeng himself was trapped inside the Prime Minister's residence for three days and three nights.
On the morning of the fourth day, the gates of the Prime Minister's residence were smashed open. When Jing Prince's soldiers rushed in, Wei Changgeng was already sitting in a chair in the main hall, drinking poisoned wine.
With Wei Changgeng dead, Jing Prince, Zhao Zheng, took control of the Capital.
The first thing he did was to uproot Wei Changgeng and his faction.
The Minister of Personnel, the Vice Minister of Justice, the Chief Justice of the Court of Judicial Review, and the Deputy Commander of the Imperial Guards—anyone associated with Wei Changgeng —will have their property confiscated and be executed.
For a whole month, the Caishikou in the Capital were never dry. Blood flowed down from the execution platform, trickling down half a street through the cracks in the stone slabs.
Many families were exterminated, with nine generations of their relatives wiped out overnight.
The second thing was to bestow generous rewards upon meritorious officials.
Jing Prince's generals were promoted and ennobled one after another, and those generals who followed him south from the Northern Border became the pillars of the new dynasty.
But the old vassal kings wouldn't stand for it. The Prince of Pingnan in the Southern Border, the Marquis of Eastern Border, and the Duke of Zhenxi in the Western Border all jumped out, saying that Jing Prince had usurped the throne and that he was not worthy to sit on the dragon throne.
Jing Prince didn't hold back and issued an order to reduce the power of the princes.
The decree to reduce the power of the feudal lords plunged the country into chaos.
And the Divine Prison was once again filled to capacity.
Most of the newly arrived prisoners were former subordinates of Wei Changgeng, and some were court officials whom Jing Prince disliked.
When they were taken to the Divine Prison, some were still crying out for justice, while others had already resigned themselves to their fate.
Chen Du stood at the entrance to the first floor, watching the prisoners being pushed in, their faces ashen.
He turned and walked deeper into the corridor.
Whether the sky outside collapses or changes, it has nothing to do with him.
He was just an old jailer in the Divine Prison Bureau, in charge of the first three levels, and occasionally he would go to the eighth level.
He still has to continue down this path.
The Eleventh Realm, the Martial Arts Master Realm, is almost here.