Imprisoning and Slaying the Demonic Sect Master with a Single Thought
Eleventh Realm! An Eleventh Realm powerhouse disguised himself as a Sixth Realm old jailer and swept the floor at the bottom of the Divine Prison for decades.
This is so absurd, so absurd, that it even doubts whether it has been trapped for too long and is hallucinating.
It no longer longed to save its original form; the Demon Heaven God on the eighteenth floor, who had been suppressed for tens of thousands of years, had now become second in its heart.
The first priority is to escape.
Escape from the Divine Prison quickly, or you will die without a burial place.
The wisp of dark red mist surged upwards, penetrating through the seventeenth, sixteenth, and fifteenth floors.
It dared not linger on any floor, and swiftly sped past the darkest corners of each level.
It felt its form gradually dissipating, and the wounds left by Chen Du's attack were still eroding its core.
If it had been any slower, it might not have even had the strength to escape from the Divine Prison.
Finally, the first floor.
The heavy stone gate at the entrance was right in front of us.
It used its last bit of strength to seep through the crack in the door.
Outside the Divine Prison, the night breeze caressed my face.
The wisp of dark red mist dissipated into the night, like a drop of ink falling into the sea, disappearing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
It escaped, but it knew that the message it carried would drive the outside world into a frenzy of shock.
There is an Eleventh Realm in the Divine Prison, an Eleventh Realm that has been hidden for countless years.
After escaping the Divine Prison, the wisp of dark red mist sped southwestward.
It dared not stop, even though the Divine Prison was far behind it, it still felt the hunched old jailer's presence like a thorn in its back.
It traversed desolate mountains and wilderness, swept through towns and villages, deliberately choosing untrodden paths, and after a full month of escape, it finally arrived at a secluded valley.
The dark red mist paused for a moment in front of the stone tablet, then seeped into the cracks in the stone and drifted deeper into the underground passage.
The Demon Spirit Sect is the largest demonic sect in the Southern Border.
Decades ago, it was besieged and attacked by the Heavenly Dragon Divine Dynasty, suffering heavy casualties, but its roots were not eradicated.
What outsiders don't know is that the sect leader, the three elders, and even more than half of the core disciples of this sect have been gradually eroded and assimilated by the true form of the Demon Heaven God from the depths of the eighteenth level over the past few decades.
Although the Demon Heaven God's men were suppressed deep within the Divine Prison, his Demon Heaven Illusion Transformation Laws could still seep out silently through the gaps in the seal.
The Demon Spirit Sect was already his for the taking.
The first thing this clone did upon returning was to find the sect leader and elders, preparing to gather strength once more.
It floated out from the secret passage and landed in the center of the Demon Spirit Sect's council hall.
Dark red mist slowly condensed, forming a blurry human figure with indistinct features, but its dark red eyes shone brightly.
In the hall, the sect leader of the Demon Spirit Sect sat at the head of the table, with three elders standing on either side.
All four were at the Tenth Realm of cultivation; in the outside world, they would be enough to sweep across a region.
But at this moment, as that wisp of an avatar solidified, the four of them simultaneously revealed extremely terrifying expressions.
They stared intently at the clone, their pupils dilated, their lips trembling, and the hairs on their bodies standing on end.
Anger welled up within him.
These idiots. It is a great avatar of the Demon Heaven God, a peerless being who entered the Eleventh Realm tens of thousands of years ago.
It came to find them in person, so why did these fools have such expressions? It said in a deep voice, "What, don't you recognize me? My true form is trapped in the Divine Prison, while you've enjoyed so many years of luxury outside, and you don't even recognize your own master?"
It grew angrier with each word, its voice carrying the oppressive force of the Demon Heaven Illusion Transformation Laws, pressing towards the four of them.
But the four of them still didn't look at it; their gazes went over its head and were fixed on its back.
The Demon Spirit Sect Master, the Tenth Realm sect master, trembled several times before finally managing to squeeze out a sentence, his voice shaking. "Master... Master... there has always been someone behind you!"
The clone suddenly turned its head, but saw nothing.
Behind it were only the empty stone walls of the council hall and a few flickering candles.
It turned back and angrily shouted, "What are you talking about? People? Where are the people?"
But it noticed that the four people's gazes were still looking past it, fixed on what was behind it.
The expressions on their faces didn't seem faked... fear, horror, and despair piled up in layers.
A chill suddenly rose in its heart, no.
It's not that it didn't see it, it's that person didn't want it to see it.
The Demon Spirit Sect Master finally managed to squeeze out, "Master... you... you're trapped in a cage... that person... is carrying you with one hand..."
The clone lowered its head sharply again, and this time it saw its own body, that dark red mist, which had somehow been trapped in a tiny cage of light.
The cage of light was no bigger than the palm of my hand, and it was made up of countless fine golden lines, like a birdcage.
The birdcage's handle was being held in a thin, bony hand.
That hand, with its large knuckles and calloused skin, belonged to the old jailer.
A hunched figure stood behind it, watching it silently, a faint chill in its cloudy old eyes.
The clone let out a shrill scream, its entire form struggling wildly within the cage of light.
But the light cage remained motionless, and the power of the Devouring Annihilation Burial Heaven Law seeped out from the cage walls, grinding away at its core little by little.
It fled for a month, thinking it had escaped the Divine Prison. It thought it was free, but it was all just an illusion.
But that person never intended for it to escape from the very beginning.
He followed it all the way from the Divine Prison to the Demon Spirit Sect, waiting for it to find all its accomplices before closing in.
Now, it is trapped in the cage, and the sect leader and three elders of the Demon Spirit Sect have finally seen the person carrying the cage.
The four of them stood frozen in place, not daring to move.
Chen Du slowly raised his eyes and looked at them.
The Demon Spirit Sect Master and the three elders stood frozen in place, not daring to even breathe.
They saw the hand, the cage, the dark red mist struggling frantically inside, and the hunched figure.
He was dressed like an old jailer, with gray hair and deep wrinkles.
But what shone through those cloudy eyes sent shivers down their spines.
They instantly realized the old jailer's attire: the Divine Prison! The two words exploded in their minds simultaneously.
The Divine Prison! So many years have passed, how could there still be such a super strong person! They thought the Divine Prison was just a place to imprison criminals, that the strongest person inside was no more than the Peak Stage of the Tenth Realm, and that the Demon Heaven God's true form was suppressed on the eighteenth level, so the outside world could rest easy.
But the old jailer in front of him was clearly from the Divine Prison, and he was ridiculously strong.
So that's how it is. So that's how it is. The Demon Spirit Sect Master finally understood.
The reason that clone was able to escape from the Divine Prison was because it was a trap. That person deliberately let it out, let it escape, and let it run back to the Demon Spirit Sect.
That person let it run, letting it lure out all its accomplices.
Then, they closed the net.
The moment the idea took shape in his mind, the world changed.
Without any warning, without the sound of wind, without any shockwaves, without any lawful roar.
Suddenly everything went dark, and when they opened their eyes again, they were no longer in the council hall of the Demon Spirit Sect.
All around were dark stone walls, and overhead was a low rock ceiling; the air was filled with the smell of rust and decay.
It was small and cramped, like an iron box buried underground.
The five of them—the clone, the Demon Spirit Sect Master, and the three elders—were all crammed into this iron box.
No, it's not an iron box.
It was a cage, a tiny cage woven with golden patterns.
It looks exactly like the one that was trapped in its clone earlier.
And that cage was currently being held in the hands of the old jailer.
They were imprisoned in the Divine Prison, no, they didn't even qualify to be imprisoned in the Divine Prison.
They were simply imprisoned in a cage conjured in a single thought.
The old jailer, with just a single thought, transported them thousands of miles away, imprisoning them in a tiny space.
There was no room for struggle, no right to resist. The sect leader opened his mouth, as if to say something, but only a dry, gasping sound escaped his throat.
The clone had stopped struggling, curled up in the corner of the cage, its dark red light as faint as a candle flame that might go out at any moment. It finally understood.
The moment it escaped from that Divine Prison, it was already a corpse.
It was just bait that person used to fish.
Chen Du stood in the familiar corridor of the first level of the Divine Prison, carrying the light cage.
The phosphorescent flames burned eerily, illuminating his hunched figure.
He glanced down at the five huddled figures in the cage, then casually clenched his fist.
The light cage shattered, and the power of the Devouring Annihilation Burial Heaven Law surged into the cage like a tidal wave, simultaneously engulfing the five beings.
The dark red mist surrounding the clone completely dissipated.
The bodies of the Demon Spirit Sect Master and the three elders disintegrated inch by inch within the laws, turning into nothingness before they could even utter a scream.
Deep within his consciousness, Black Qi surged in like a tide.
Rich, heavy, tinged with resentment and decay.
This clone brought him Black Qi, which lasted for hundreds of thousands of years.
He slowly exhaled, drawing the Black Qi into the depths of his consciousness.
Then he turned and walked towards the stone house.
The sky outside is still changing.
Yet the corridor remained dark and quiet.