The Divine Prison Leads to the Demon Realm? The Passage to the Demon Realm Opens
Chen Du bent down to pick up the broken food container from the ground, then lowered his head and retreated.
As he turned the corner of the corridor, two young jailers saw him and quickly came to his aid. One offered him a handkerchief, while the other said indignantly, "Uncle Qin, that Zhao fellow is really going too far! Who does he think he is? Just the Regent's dog, daring to hit you?"
Chen Du took the handkerchief and pressed it to the wound on his forehead, smiled, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's alright, he won't be locked up for more than a few days."
The young jailer wanted to say something, but he waved his hand to stop him.
He returned to the stone house, closed the door, and the smile on his face gradually faded.
The burly man's beating and cursing were almost exactly the same as how Prince Zhao Xuan had bossed him around back then.
But he didn't make a move; a mere lackey of Zhao Zheng wasn't worth revealing his identity for.
The regent's power was still at its peak, and he couldn't control the mess in the court.
That burly man's fate was already marked with a red circle in the register.
It's just not the right time yet.
He sat down, wiped the blood from his forehead, closed his eyes, and continued to comprehend the Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth.
He remembered what was happening outside.
But right now, he has more important things to do.
Chen Du stood at the entrance to the eighteenth floor, the stone door slowly closing behind him.
It was darker and quieter here than on the twelfth floor. The air was heavy as if it were filled with lead, and the oppressive force was everywhere, yet no trace of any array patterns could be felt.
It was as if this layer itself was a living seal, with the weight of the entire Divine Prison pressing down on it.
He walked into a side cave, sat cross-legged, placed his palms against the stone wall, and activated [Become a Saint on the Spot].
The Dao Resonance surged from the depths of the stone wall, intense and ancient, carrying the sedimentation of tens of thousands of years. He then activated [The World as a Book].
The Dao Resonance surged, intertwined, and condensed, and after a moment, both scrolls of cultivation techniques simultaneously took shape in his sea of consciousness.
[Volume 1, * Heavenly Net Divine Prison Demon Body *, Eleventh Tier. Requires activation with the mid-level core ninth-rank law, "Heavenly Net Divine Prison." Upon completion, the body Deification prison, impervious to all laws. The body becomes a prison, the form itself a jail; all attacks from the enemy are imprisoned, and all enemy laws are confined. Offense and defense are perfectly integrated, an unbreakable fortress.]
[Volume Two, "The Indestructible Prison-Suppressing Golden Body," Eleventh Tier, requires the activation of the mid-level core ninth-rank law, "Indestructible Prison-Suppressing- Suppressing." Upon completion, the physical body becomes as golden as gold, and divine power as impenetrable as a prison, greatly increasing defensive capabilities. Ordinary laws can be applied to the body without causing harm. With greatly increased divine power, every move can suppress those of the same rank. The golden body remains indestructible, and the prison-suppressing power is indestructible.]
Chen Du read through the two volumes of the cultivation manual word by word, his heart filled with an indescribable shock.
The cultivation techniques below the eleventh level are far superior in quality to all the levels above.
Two cultivation techniques, and two intermediate-level core ninth-grade laws.
Although he had just entered the Bury Heaven, Extinguish Earth, it was only the initial stage; he hadn't even reached the first level of the domain.
The principles required for these two techniques also need to be understood from the beginning and gradually deduced.
He was not impatient; a mid-level core ninth-grade law was not something that could be mastered overnight.
He firmly imprinted the two volumes of cultivation techniques into his mind, slowly stood up, and walked out of the side cave.
A blink of an eye, months later.
The seventeenth floor, the deepest cell.
The darkness was as thick as solidified ink; there was no phosphorescence or faint light from the array patterns on the stone walls, and even the suppressing power had sunk to the deepest depths.
This cell was smaller and narrower than all the others, with nine layers of talisman chains wrapped around its iron bars, each layer engraved with an ancient seal, but these seals had already faded.
Tens of thousands of years.
Even the strongest seal cannot withstand the erosion of time.
Deep inside the cell, the figure sitting cross-legged slowly opened his eyes.
His eyes were dark purple, and his pupils reflected a light that did not belong to this world.
He couldn't remember how long he had been there.
Ten thousand years? Twenty thousand years? Or even longer? Long enough that he had forgotten his own name.
He only remembered one thing.
The deepest part of this Divine Prison leads to another world.
He had this feeling from the very first day he was locked up.
It was an extremely faint pull, like an invisible thread extending from the deepest part of the Divine Prison, passing through layers of seals, through stone walls and the void, all the way to some distant place.
At first, he didn't understand what it was, but as time went on, the laws within his body began to resonate with that thread.
The intermediate-level core ninth-grade law he cultivated was called "Demon Devouring the Heavens".
That was something he gleaned from a fragmented inheritance that had flowed from the Demon Realm. The essence of the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law is erosion, penetration, and assimilation; it can corrode everything, including the seal of the Divine Prison.
For tens of thousands of years, he has been doing the same thing.
He sat in his cell, day after day letting the corrosive power of the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law seep into the deepest part of the Divine Prison along that invisible line, little by little, inch by inch, like water dripping on stone.
The seal was weakening, the thread was thickening, and the aura of the Demon Realm seeped in from the other end of the thread, growing stronger and stronger.
He sensed it. The power of that world was far greater than that of this world.
If it weren't for the suppression of the Divine Prison, this world would have long been corrupted and riddled with holes by the Demon Realm.
The Divine Prison was not originally intended to imprison criminals.
It is a door, a door blocking the Demon Realm from the human world; the prisoners were just extras that were later crammed in.
A slow smile spread across his face. Tens of thousands of years of waiting, tens of thousands of years of infiltration, had finally arrived at this moment.
He felt that the thread was thick enough, and the seal was so thin that it was just a thin layer of paper.
He raised his hand, palm facing the void before him. The power of the Demon Luo Eroding Heaven Law poured forth, like a flood breaching the last dam.
With a hum, a small black circle appeared out of thin air behind him.
The circle was only the size of a fist, hovering quietly in mid-air, its edges as smooth as a mirror and its interior as black as ink.
But from that darkness, wisps of dark purple energy were seeping out continuously.
The aura was intense, ancient, and carried a scent that didn't belong to the human world—the aura of the Demon Realm.
He took a deep breath, and could no longer suppress his smile. "Just as I thought."
He muttered to himself, his voice hoarse and dry, as if he hadn't spoken for tens of thousands of years, "The power of the Demon Realm can withstand the suppression of the Divine Prison."
He reached his hand into the black circle, feeling the power surging from the other end.
That power was far more vast, more ancient, and more unfathomable than his own.
If it weren't for the Divine Prison blocking the way, this world would have been completely corrupted long ago.
But now, the seal on the Divine Prison has been worn thin.
He had already found a way to smuggle the power of the Demon Realm.
He slowly withdrew his hand, sat cross-legged, and absorbed the seeping Demon Realm energy into his body bit by bit. No rush, he needed to wait a little longer.
When that thin layer of paper is completely worn away, when that black circle becomes large enough, when the power of the Demon Realm can truly surge in.
At that time, this Divine Prison, this entire world, will tremble beneath his feet.
He closed his eyes, his dark purple pupils slowly fading into the darkness.
But the black circle behind him remained suspended there quietly, like an eye that had just opened.